Art

Why I am drawn to this.

10. Because I drew it.

9. For a friend who has a friend who has a child.

8. The child has leukemia.

7. She asked me to draw her an angel.

6. but I didn’t think angels would lift her spirits.

5. Because angels represent an end to something.

4. And I don’t want this child’s life to end.

5. So I remembered the movie “The Golden Prince.”

4. About a Golden Statue and a swallow.

3. They both helped each other give riches to the poor.

2. Unfortunately,  the swallow died in the heart of winter, and the golden statue was taken down.

1. Only love and death bring us closer to one another.

When I had an art studio in Berkeley, Calif., I met a round of humble artists who surrounded me with talent and kindness. Artists are one of a kind human beings. They exist in their own realms and should be considered as their own group. When I am around artists, I am comfortable and feel safe in the confines of conservative culture. I find that without artists, there would be no tactility to objects that resemble the human touch. One Saturday, there was a sidewalk sale. I met a woman who had her ceramics laid out on a table. I was drawn to a vase that was rather sitting in her studio. I pointed to it. A little vase, glazed, and shiny. It looked like an organ from the body, the stomach, or a kidney. Its ventricle cut at its top. Hollow for water and a flower. I was drawn to the object that she mentioned she was going to throw away. I bought it. I brought it home and kept it simply displayed on its own. No flower. No water. Just a glazed organ sitting on my counter.