the New Englanders 12
Today the New Englanders are making
art. Pottery in glazes the colors of sunsets, iron work in such
detail it puts snowflakes to shame, the kind of art that covers over
life with something beautiful. Other New Englanders buy the pieces
and put them in bay windows, hang them in the guest room. Every
Saturday they dust them, admire the technique, each brush stroke
nearly invisible.
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6 comments:
A lovely little tribute.
so. is this New Englander series supposed to be tongue in cheek? or are you really in another world from your neighbors?
(multiple post. form no like me)
Definitely somewhat tongue in cheek. It is me trying to process and figure out this new phase. Using some of the stereotypes in a kind of formal, distant tone that also relates how it feels to me. I do feel like I'm in another world, but some of the topics admittedly stem from things I'm doing or also doing. So it's a little of everything.
Definitely somewhat tongue in cheek. It is me trying to process and figure out this new phase. Using some of the stereotypes in a kind of formal, distant tone that also relates how it feels to me. I do feel like I'm in another world, but some of the topics admittedly stem from things I'm doing or also doing. So it's a little of everything.
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