Friday, July 17, 2009

Friday, July 17, 2009

It is two weeks into my four week class which means today was our midterm. This class may kill me, but maybe I’ll kill it first. I sit here at my desk and let out a big sigh. In truth, I’m simply relieved it’s done. Now for the last two weeks! I’m not sure how I did; though I don’t think it was too bad. Certainly better than the last two quizzes!

When I walked out of Hebrew today, I didn’t want to look at anything even resembling Hebrew, and so I didn’t, and it was great. For most of the afternoon, I worked on figuring out the labyrinth pattern for the prayer garden Marilyn and I are designing. I spent about four hours in the hot gym attempting to lay it out and I feel as if I didn’t get much of anything done for the hours I worked. But that’s how it goes with art, especially art that takes a lot of math to get it right. Math. Oh my. My tenth grade geometry class has come back to bite me in the ass. I even had to utilize the Pythagorean Theorem today, which really means I had to find something online that would calculate it all for me.

The labyrinth is set to be fourteen feet ten inches across and will largely resemble the three-circuit one shown in this picture. It took three hours to roll out all the paper, draw the lines, find, measure, and cut string, tape them to the paper, calculate all my measurements, and finally draw out the outer circle with my make-shift compass, which, I will say, I was quite proud of coming up with. And then I was hungry and ready to go home for the evening. In three hours, I got a circle drawn. Well, hopefully the slowest part of the process is over—getting the initial lines measured on the paper.

Tonight for dinner, I sautéed up some of the vegetables from the co-op and tonight I had local organically grown potatoes and orange tomatoes for the first time in my life. It was quite amazing. It’s exhilarating, I have to admit, to eat vegetables right out of the dirt. I’m such a city girl. I know nothing about these things.

And then afterward, Morgan and April and I watched the movie Wonder Boys. It had been a while since I’d last seen it and I was in the mood. The mood was satisfied. I always enjoy that movie and it’s dark, witty, cynical humor.

I debated going to bed after that, but I decided to watch another movie. For Marilyn’s vacation, I lent her some of my movies, one of which was Pieces of April. I find this movie fascinating and always good to watch. A few days ago, Marilyn handed back over to me the movies she’d finished watching. She took out Pieces of April and said to me, “You are that girl.” “What?” I said back. “You are that girl. That girl is you. She is totally you,” she replied as she tapped the movie cover. I had never thought of that character as much to do with me, let alone as me, so I was curious and thought I needed to watch that movie again soon. Tomorrow, I am meeting up with her to do a little work on the garden and so I decided I would watch that movie tonight and then ask her about it. In light of her comment, I laughed at a few things in this movie I hadn’t laughed at before, because, well, some of these things were things I would do. But is this character, in essence, me? What did Marilyn mean by that? Hopefully, I will get some answers tomorrow. But I won’t put much stake in it, because when you’re with Marilyn, the conversation can go anywhere, and it can fly out of your control quicker than you thought you had it. Of course, it’s always an interesting one.

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