often she saidtoo readily for him
she
was uninspired
which genuinely perplexed and disturbed him
oddly reminding him of City of
Angels when Cages character said to Ryans
I dont know what a pear taste like to
you
he wouldnt presume to tell her that
life all around her all around him should be
inspiration enoughinduced awe from its
smallest slightest dings to its most enormous aspectsif you really stopped to look and see
he couldnt tell her softpedal
that he was ripe with it riddled through and through its tines stuck out of him
like insect antennae he was overwhelmed and tickled insensate
it was and he was everywhere
he didnt mouth a word of it he didnt wish to seem condescending
he didnt mouth a word of it he didnt wish to seem condescending
because
when she became enthralled
it cascade out of her she flung paint from her fingertips and slashed the room crafted marvelous canvases vigorously shaped clay chiseled stone worked wood there wasnt anything that didnt become malleable or want to be malleable in her skilled and knowing hands nothing that didnt want to be rent and torn and reconfigured by her utter perception and possession of what it ought to and should be and became
it cascade out of her she flung paint from her fingertips and slashed the room crafted marvelous canvases vigorously shaped clay chiseled stone worked wood there wasnt anything that didnt become malleable or want to be malleable in her skilled and knowing hands nothing that didnt want to be rent and torn and reconfigured by her utter perception and possession of what it ought to and should be and became
she was a brilliant scintillating
fire that burned down everything around her and then she dressed the
Phoenix glasses nearly fainting when they were demanded
to reflect it
but even then she complained she couldnt
keep up with her process
Write it down he urgedhe was
tempted to scold her
Writing down works for you she
said
Then
an abbreviated sketch onto the next a shorthand catalogue to revisit to remind
you capture its essencealbeit softened
No I cant Thats not how I workI cant I cant do that
Could you try
I cantNo I cant
she said it with conviction
convicted she couldnt wouldnt
but that would have to be his frustration
and he made a point of it not to venture there unless he followed her
then it became her travail she was bwana he became her pack animal
she almost convinced him that
he was more fortunate than others that all he needed was the seed the kernel of
his concept and that he wasnt disturbed when it evolved on its own into
something other than what he originally saw
and scribbled
and scribbled
he didnt have to own it
she had to own hers
and she was right he shouldnt try to make his process hers
at their end she had to be more
deliberate than he more in control more responsible
then however he didnt have a sense of finalitythings always seemed to him to evolve
they played that part of him when he said Its
harder to hit a moving target
he embraced their evolution
it was sufficient he planted
it and tended it
if it wasnt what he imagined at its
onset he wouldnt stomp it to bear his impresionado or let it lie fallow or kill it
whatever form it took it had begun in his handsshe should understand that
it was a facet of
himself that otherwise he might have never seen
1349, Day-between-Two-Ts, 21 12.
16
City of Angels Pear https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MHckzPJuPKw
