Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Forgiving clay






I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

William Carlos Williams 

 


Traced Hands
 
RIO Woman with Blue Horse

I wrapped my rather large coffee table with brown wrapping paper and liked it so much I doodled and scribbled all over it. There are coffee and tea stains. Bad arithmetic. Misguided calculations. It is a messy thing. It is a musing thing. It's a not precious journal of sorts. Maybe it is just a way to sort things out. Forgiving myself and forgiving clay.


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