Reactionary

I know. You’re all tired of my constant complaining about work. But there’s one thing that’s worse than the needy doctors or back-stabbing nurses. It’s the art I used to love and now miss. I used to do all kinds of things like draw and paint and WRITE. Now, the only thing I can do is some photography because just picking up the camera gets me halfway there. I miss that. I miss me. Nowadays, I’m too tired out to do anything but lie on the couch at work and watch bad TV. Reading has gotten to be much too much work.

One art I used to take part in that now has absolutely has no chance of ever being resurrected is stained glass. Yes, stained glass. I took it as an art elective in high school and loved how hard the work was but how you felt you were accomplishing something. The art teacher used to have books of patterns we could pick from. My grand work was a huge window-sized panel with a shield and grapes and vines. I didn’t do it the easy way and get glass beads for the grapes. I cut out each individual one using tracing paper and markers. It took two months of class time and every moment I could get away from other classes. I loved it.

The worst part was getting all cut up from all the sharp edges and wearing goggles for safety so the Stained glass grinders wouldn’t blind you for the rest of your existence. Wow, this picture of a glass cutter brings back memories. I remember they used to get all oily and we were told to lean on it rather than pushing because then you’d back a cleaner, more efficient cut.

It was fun when I was doing it at the school because they already had all the equipment. I don’t think I’ll pursue it again due to it costing so much to buy all that and I have no room in this apartment. Plusly, I wouldn’t be able to have my fingers all cut up again. But I have to restart and do something. I’m not bad at it. I have a caddy in my closet full of art pencils and watercolors and pastels and crayons. All those leave are marks that easily wash off. I need to do it again before I completely disappear.

December 14th, 2006 | Category: Life |  Print |  Send it | Subscribe to comments | Leave a comment | Trackback URL