|Pretty coated steel wire|
On the beach at Cape Cod over sixty years ago I sculpted a face in the sand at low tide. I remember looking amazed at how my small hands so easily made a sand face. I felt a moment of, "I can do this." Its a rich moment of awareness that I have Value. What happened that I'm not a sculptor? I am sort of in a small kind of way because I do create small sculptures, and once a large one for sculpture 101.
The questions remain ... Why do we let fade a beautiful childhood epiphany? How do we weave our lives away from things we love to do? What is it about growing up that takes us on paths that aren't always Feng shui with our soul's decor? There is a philosophy, I'm sure, that answers these questions. At the moment, my brain doesn't have any bells ringing to remind me of a name.
However, at the thrift store last week I did hear a gentle high tide returning as I see the beautiful turquoise green wire on the shelf for two dollars. I have no idea what its used for. I have images in my mind as well as real sketches for Will Do Someday. It makes sense to buy the wire. I'm thinking of the four foot sculpture in my brain for over ten years. For more inspiration, I Google, wire sculptures. Wow!
Note: If Blogger isn't glitchy today, then the font should be Normal Georgia. In preview its tiny. To fix the problem, I have to go into HTML and change each as in All code small and x small to Normal. Why Blogger mixes up the font sizes is a mystery to me.