The Change Part 9: Objectness
Twined and intertwined
The objectness in her life has refrained.
Like a song, she may come back to it later in the music.
Making, crafting, shaping.
Her time of objects is on pause, halted.
In her dream a very specific chair blocks my thoughts
To other things
Yet wood is not my medium, my raw material.
Structure, design, presence, desirability
The tools and processes of wood work
Although pleasing in themselves as object in their own right,
Devoid of purpose
Are not it.
Do not give her the joy she seeks.
Not sure what does.
She found refuge in the flat.
Incomprehensible.
Through her weeks, months, half a year of her
Recuperation
It was not objects
She turned to for diversion
But painting.
She filled her sketchbook day after day with pattern.
And narrowed it down.
And narrowed it down.
To a single repeated ornament.
In the simplest of motifs.
A square,
with two lines running from corner to corner
and intersecting in the centre.
In fugue.
Worked in varying scale.
Diminuendo, crescendo, ritardando.
In blue and gold.
One pattern
One colour-way.
Variety in the maker’s hand.
The flat
Became the object
Not painted on canvas or paper but on a slab of wood.
A new objectness.
Differently pleasing.
Equally satisfying to create.
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