Sometimes there are moments, when everything you have ever done, comes together in a moment of glory. The discovery of not lamp was one. Fish tray, factory drawing sealed in prawn bag, a close second. Once completed, I had never admired a piece of creation more so than this damaged raw masterpiece. Not lamp was the first thing that inspired me to not, not as much, and, if not for not lamp, maybe the damaged raw drawing would not have been as special.
Not even the message from adult learning, informing me of my insufficient funds towards enrollment in ‘how to pack for a holiday’, could ruin this triumph. Nor the prospect of leaving the house, again, in a mass of stormy symptoms, to replace the empty stevia, need not even matter.
Nothing else matters.
(This work is for sale. It will fund my adult learning course. The course is $48, petrol $20, a slice of cake and coffee to relax/ digest information, after a long arduous 3-hours of learning how to pack clothes into a bag, brings the work to $78.00 O.N.O (plus postage and handling).
If interested, my email is firstname.lastname@example.org
Three people inspired this post. Bananartista, who seems to be making a constant point about selling works of art. Marissa Bergen and her recent poem ‘All that I am Taking’, and lastly, my last book (IF IT weren’t for these words the title would be on the front page) sale costing just over one-hundred dollars to post.