exercises in 20 - 30-minute increments.
That's Chloe: The Dancer in front
(sculpture mix; copper cobalt oxide; copper wire);
I can't recall the name of the pit-fired dancer behind her.
Maybe I didn't feel I could give her a name, for she has one of her own that she may not have shared with anyone, frankly.
I do recall the exact session at the ASUC Berkeley Art Studio with the art teacher having us work on with a specific model, and then we had to turn and put the head of the person to our left on top of the figure. Funky exercise.
Such exercises always reminded me of Charles de Lint's stories about Jilly Coppercorn, but specifically about that story in which she's painting from a "pochade box" outside to remind herself about perspective, to remind herself not to get too immersed in the details. De Lint offers up -- through the character of Jilly Coppercorn -- a quotation from Monet that I've never tracked down (in terms of authenticity, for I trust de Lint) but that I hold dear, allegedly from Monet to Clemenceau at Giverny:
"Your mistake is to want to reduce the world to your measure, whereas by enlarging your knowledge of things, you will find your knowledge of self is enlarged."
And isn't that such a common mistake?
But -- if we want to shift to beauty -- what are those lines from Elvis Costello's "Ghost Train"?
"Look at the way she dances --
One foot speaks,
The other answers."
Lyricism of a different sort than wry puns and such.
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Myself: unsettled, or itching to get some work done.
Something like that.
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"Hampered by the clothes she wore,
By the dirty looks they kept in store"
--old song circling in my head.
