Beauty of Numbers and a Seven Year Old's Mind
one, two, three, four, five
six is on line of seven
autumn day haiku
Other people buy flowers. I buy branches. Branches with green acorns. Chestnut with their spiky puff balls. Even nightshade when I can find it. Occasionally, I get pomegranates hanging onto long, thin branches with their tiny leaves. Naturally, the most exciting for me is a big branch of persimmons.
|the beauty of numbers by Noah, age 7|
"If numbers aren't beautiful, I don't know what is."
mathematician Paul Erdos
Numbers aside---opened the kiln and surprised
to find my jade green and crackle oribe plates
were not the color envisioned
I forgot to put in copper carbonate! And I forgot to put in the rutile! Oh my, the kiln gods still came though and these are nice in spite of me. The yellow is a luscious quince color with rusty flecks. Perfect for little purple and green figs.
|I am very tempted to keep these, but they are promised.|
Now on their way to Pence Gallery in Davis. Time to go back to the chalkboard. I think I am going back to figures....