So, I'm sitting in hell at the moment. I am in a class with about 15 teenagers. The other teacher is threatening to quit and I'm letting her know in no uncertain terms that I will beat her out the door even if I have to hurt her to do so. The reasonable side of me keeps asking the irrational side of me why I ever agreed to teach high school. Women my age just shouldn't have to put up with hormones in rage mode.
Yesterday I went to Hopedale, a quaint, little, New England mill town to take photos. Most of the people living there live in duplexes. It's fun to drive through and look at some of the creative ideas people have come up with to distance themselves from their grafted neighbor. Smack dab in the center of town is a very cool old stone library covered in vines. Beautiful. It was kind of hard to snap a good photo of it though, because right next to it is a large white canvas tent with a couple of vinyl windows. No one was around because it was a rainy day (again! notice how that is a re-occurring theme? I mean, I live in New England for God's sake, not Seattle, Washington) so anyway, I got real close to the tent and snuck a nonchalant peek inside. I thought there would be boxes and tables with books or some other sort of libraryish stuff. What I found was this incredibly large, mammoth really, soft white marble sculpture covered with scaffolding. I think it might be a water fountain but couldn't say for positive sure. I'll have to wait until I get home today to insert the photos I took. It is a magnifient, yet very eerie. You have to wonder what the artist was thinking about when he carved this. The craftmanship is incredible, but I know that I wouldn't want this gracing the front of any home I would ever live in.
Yesterday I went to Hopedale, a quaint, little, New England mill town to take photos. Most of the people living there live in duplexes. It's fun to drive through and look at some of the creative ideas people have come up with to distance themselves from their grafted neighbor. Smack dab in the center of town is a very cool old stone library covered in vines. Beautiful. It was kind of hard to snap a good photo of it though, because right next to it is a large white canvas tent with a couple of vinyl windows. No one was around because it was a rainy day (again! notice how that is a re-occurring theme? I mean, I live in New England for God's sake, not Seattle, Washington) so anyway, I got real close to the tent and snuck a nonchalant peek inside. I thought there would be boxes and tables with books or some other sort of libraryish stuff. What I found was this incredibly large, mammoth really, soft white marble sculpture covered with scaffolding. I think it might be a water fountain but couldn't say for positive sure. I'll have to wait until I get home today to insert the photos I took. It is a magnifient, yet very eerie. You have to wonder what the artist was thinking about when he carved this. The craftmanship is incredible, but I know that I wouldn't want this gracing the front of any home I would ever live in.
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Perhaps the artist in your photograph lives, or lived, in their own personal hell as most do. I sense they can see and feel far deeper into what it is all about. A tormented soul is not necessarily one of demon possession but one who sees things far more clearly beyond even their own understanding. Torment comes from he who stands in the way the best he knows how by trying to blur what the artist sees and weather his tools are hormone rages against teachers or driving them insane it really only defeats his purpose by allowing talent to flourish. Part of the gift of who you are and what your artistry shows may well be the damn ignorance of those around you forcing you to fight with a vengeance to more clearly see and show the beauty that only you can.
Believe in yourself and you will conquer and rise far above but only having been in the depths can it truly be released.
A friend till the end and then the beginning.
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