Molly Otter was my sweethearted black lab. Smart and loyal, she just wanted to be near you. But if she got lonesome, her grief was ferocious. She once ripped an entire yellow pages into Sackie-sized chunks in 25 minutes when she thought I had abandoned her alone at home. So I was very careful to take her to the park every day before I went to work, letting her run and run, exhaust herself, so she would not have the energy to fret, to get destructive with her sadness.
I am very much like her. And so I run and run, so I will not shred phone books, I run to turn raw drive into product. And yesterday I wondered: what if I stopped running and made art instead? I immediately had a vision of art squirting out of every pore, my body too full to contain it, photographs and words ripping and tearing me apart, splattering in all directions on Grand Street.
I think perhaps it's finally time to buy a printer.
posted by ttractor @ 10:32 AM
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If emotions be foods seasonings, I am getting ready to make some awesome food! I am starting my annual huge Thanksgiving prep and schlep, and I sing and smile and dance through the whole thing. Woo hoo!
I would never have left a social pack animal home alone all day! Molly had a dog sister, and her freak out was when I took Bee Knuckle to the vet without Molly. Molly detested the vet and would tremble just walking in the door. So I thought I was doing her a favor to leave her and take Bee alone. I learned that she would rather be frightened half to death with me than frightened alone. What a sweet girl.
And I hope you have a lovely Thanksgiving (I hope this for everyone!).
Yes.
Only, instead of ripping into objects, I think I usually rip into myself. Har!
I am not unfamiliar! Happy happy thankful wonderful day you, darling!
Oh, I thought about this through the five hours to my parents' house: I didn't mean that I literally rip into myself. Nothing physical. Only ("only") emotional!
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