I brought the sprig mold home from Maine!
This weekend, me and some bull mugs will be at the Cookery’s Brunchy Sunday… Y’all come get some.
Here are some more snapshots of 3 weeks of Maine bliss. Plus thoughts on Lost and Found.
An astrologer pointed out that I have 5 planets in the constellation Taurus. That’s 5 out of 12. Which is close to half.
It could be that some folks that know me coulda told me that too.
An old friend said I was lost. I don’t think its true. Me being lost.
And after I got done being in shock and crying a lot, it got me thinking. I been lots of things. Confused. Rejected. Crazed with laugher. Terrified. Blinded by the spark of someone’s eyes. Horrified. Judgmental. Sunk deep in the soil of lust. Mystified by the birth of a child.
Lost, however, is not something I know much about.
Me knowing Found started about when my mother was dragging me all around the states of NC and VA in her VW beetle with a canoe and kayak on top. Lots of times it was dark. And the roads were dirt. I always got us there with ease. Plus some maps. And a flashlight.
At home people loose things. I find them. I’m the finder. Not the looser.
Now, when I’m in a strange city, I can find dinner. I ask my imaginary friend and he sexy tells me where to go. I can specify what I want. The best always shows up. Its uncanny. Yeah I still use maps sometimes. Cause it can be stressful and hard to hear myself in the mist of the hell of the 95 eastern corridor. But I don’t need to.
The work I have been doing of putting pure consciousness into form: forms called Clay Sculptures is completely logical. We humans in baby diapers, need things to wrap our minds and hands around. Pure consciousness ain’t one of them. We can’t wrap our minds around it. Cause its too mushy and wavy and how could you package the thing that gives you joy and goosebumps? Not really possible. To wrap a wave. Even an ocean wave would be difficult. To tie a bow around.
So I’m bringing it down and into clay. Wavy, magic, life giving, creation.
I’m not fighting you Mister You-Say-I’m-Lost. Instead, I be: Ferdinand the bull.