Saturday, March 31, 2007

Art + Cakes


Another great find while surfing the web - possibly the best manip artist I've seen. When I grow up, I wanna be like this. :-P

Miscellaneous observations:

- Mr. Wallace really is a beautiful person. He’s the kind of teacher that can open your mind, justify you in every sense and leave you feeling about a hundred feet tall. No words I’ve been able to find do him justice… (And that might be the ultimate goal as a writer: to describe and express the people who take you beyond words.) This week in scholarship we talked about romantic poets – Blake, Wordsworth, Coleridge, Shelley, Byron, Keats – and read through things like this.

“A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:

Its loveliness increases; it will never

Pass into nothingness; but still will keep

A bower quiet for us, and a sleep

Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.”

- From A Thing of Beauty by John Keats

He spoke of aging (we’ll get back to this), of the raw exposure to humanity which these poets embraced: both the ‘world beautiful’ and all the pain of life. Passion, spirit, assumptions, hopes…

And then he said: “Is this too deep for a Tuesday afternoon?”

- This morning I took another step on my journey toward becoming one of those lovely, affectionate old ladies with lavender sweaters (you know the type). They’re the ones with big smiles and welcoming voices, who usher people into living rooms with roaring fires – the kind who exclaim warmly at news of school, chalk and birthday presents... They thrill their grandchildren by letting them lick the beaters and send them merrily out on a mission to set the table; they play folksy music from the 50’s, play with the dog and laugh so loud. They’re the type who let you have all the cushions and more tomato sauce, who look so pleased when you ‘eat so well’ – they’re those grandmothers who stuff visitors full of cakes, mashed potato and home-made Christmas cards.

[Ahh, I’m so soppy: even thinking about Nana made me cry.] Back to the point…

I baked a chocolate cake. [Yes, that’s my point. No mocking.] I baked a chocolate cake, iced it with jam, cream and smarties and took it to school. Once there (and Dad you know all about Group (or at last you should if you’ve been listening :P)) we dished it up to all the people in the room, offering it round to ‘thank you very much’s, ‘legend’s, ‘ooooooooh…’ It’s a good feeling. Giving people things makes you happy!

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