Dear Diary – Day 61
work in progress
7:45
Headache wakes the artist at 6am. It is time for him to make the donuts. But exhausted, he tries to sleep more and manages to struggle with the physical battle that every morning brings, the headache, worry, and awe.
Awe because he knows in less than an hour, glory welcomes him and all men in his particular place.
At 7:30, he finally manages to overcome the weight of the sheer cover and stumbles out to marvel through the bleariness of the night.
The headache has not abated.
But it is forgotten for a moment as the artist marvels at the spider web glistening in the growing morning light. Spider webs are a special kind of beauty. Art meets function. Useful, but never permanent. Which is odd when we live in this world of dichotomy: everything made is disposable, but our homes are filled with detritus we call treasure and with which cannot bear to part.
But the spider, she works to spin her glory (and could care less if we marvel or not), knowing that tomorrow, she'll do it all again.
In the background, the bees are already hard at work, zinging SSE to drink and collect and do their work.
And the artist smiles at the dense green forest that's grown between his own porch and the fence, giving him a quiet spot without the nosy neighbors watching him in his own glory soaking up the sun's rays to start his day.
A moment he loves.
The final moment of his reverie finds pleasure in the dense thicket of sunflowers growing behind the yard. He ignored the growth outside the fence all spring, inviting the terrestrial creatures to find solace there, a little too close to home perhaps, but now, eight- and ten-foot-tall sunflowers dance heliocentrically in the morning wind, ignored by the bees who seem to have grown tired of plants.
But this artist never will.
8:24
I'm hydrated, showered and ready for work. 3 hours to get 4 hours done.
Let's see if I can concentrate when all i want to do is write and draw.
Alas! Life requires these dull moments so that we may exist for the real spectacle to have its place.
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