The Change Part 10: Objectness, Second Iteration


She needed certainty.
A repeated path well worn.
Security, reiteration, peace, comfort.
All this she found in her singular pattern.

Nineteenth century American quilt block pattern
In nine patch formation.

Linked to an object
A time, a state of being
A Southern-Bible-Belt state, cardinal red.

Connected to objectness
Theoretical object
Dream object (the chair)

The dream-state-trance she hypnotised herself into
Astral travel across 5000 miles,
every night to be with the one she loved.

The pattern has many names
The construct is half square triangles set in opposition.

Imagine a chess board kitchen floor
In a Medieval villa in Perugia or Assisi
Frescos on the wall
Warm dry
Fragrant with olive, mint, rosemary, dog.

Imagine this chess board
Dark and light tiles in opposition to each other, perfect balance.

Then imagine each tile sliced diagonally left to right, right to left
And the pieces moved into a mathematical puzzle
Creating a new configuration
Of tints and tones.

Seen a certain way the pattern is lozenges.
Viewed another way the ornament is cotton-reels and bow-ties.
Pure logical abstraction.

Yet chaos.

A thrown rune, fallen to the earth
Fontana’s slashed canvas
A window through which is seen a doorway,
Through which is viewed a section of another window,
Through which is glimpsed a Vermeer night sky
Bluest of azurite, lapis blue
Post-sunset.

And now she starts to comprehend
the complexity of the objectness of the object she has created.

The layers of colour,
meaning,
intent
she has, trance like applied to this flat object.

Creating deep objectness.

In this newly crafted thought-work entity.
Objectness
and the thoughthingability
of the workpiecentity.
becomes evident
in the heart of the maker
and the skin of the object.




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