remember when i said i was going to constructively channel potentially harmful energy by making one of these? well, i did...but i never came back to it or revealed the culmination of my efforts. i know you've been waiting and waiting...
the truth is, i love doing things with my hands (get your mind out of the gutter) and occasionally i'm very good at it (stop it). i used to spend hours creating physical works of art as a child and even for projects on into high school. when i entered my uber-cerebral stage for most of college (i literally thought myself a brain with legs, i was totally out of touch with my physical self) i turned to writing and more conceptual forms of expression and somehow replaced all the time and concentration i used to spend on tactile projects with...thinking. imagining. abstracting.
there isn't anything wrong with that per se...but i really do forget most of the time that i am quite capable of making things that are beautiful. and that the process of making something you can hold in your hands (as opposed to a poem, which i hold in a different way) can be an extremely gratifying and healing one.
so i made myself a $130 confetti system for about $20 and a few hours of my time. i used string, tissue paper, and fishing line. my fingers cramped. my shoulders got tight. but in the end, i straightened up and surveyed what had somehow happened. and it was good.
{ this is a glimpse into my world --- it's the wall that keeps watch over my bed. the topmost print says "you are pure potential!" and there are photos and letters that flutter like sparrow's wings when i happen to make by bed. it feels to me like a wall of birds, singing over me that it will be okay, as a dream my way through these endless nights. }
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"...and it was good."
I already said so, but stuff like this is why I married you. x
i'm the same way: forgetting that i can make beautiful things, not only with the written word but with something tangible. thanks for the reminder.
card on its way to you. writer's block happened when i wrote, so what i wanted to say and what was actually said are vastly different (i hope you understand).
I got stuck on the image of you as a brain with legs - It was a very fifties images with your sexy gams in black pumps coming directly out of this HUGE brain with a pair of tortoiseshell glasses.
Awesome.
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