sue wrote:That sounds like a good read, Catseye. Let us know how you liked it.
So far I'm loving it. Her style reflects an intense observance of everything around her, very interestingly expressed. She makes you want to see what she sees, think about things in your life with the same mindfulness. It is like a drink of cool water, in this age where every minute of your attention is lambasted with hundreds of images, hundreds of thoughts. Too much!
Her first exposure to the carpentry work was in a tryout afternoon with the woman who became her employer. They laid tile in a bathroom. At the end: "Concrete actions: First this, then this. Measure, mark, cut. The sounds of the saw, the spray, the cold dry tile, the wet cut tile, my body positioned in front of the saw, eyes locked on the line, everything else -- time and language -- evaporated in the concentration, in the physical act of doing . . . Here, with the tiles, each one had its place, part of the whole, each measurement had a purpose, each cut. It was repetitive, yes, but somehow not boring. Even if you cut thousands of tiles, even if you spent a year at the tile saw, you'd still have to pay attention. Every time. You'd get faster. You'd get better -- straighter cuts, less jamming of the blade -- but you'd still have to focus. The repetition with the tiles provoked presence, a specific physical hereness."
That is great, to me. I can't say why; it's like you love a painting but can't analyze why. It's what I need right now.
You know what? This reminds me of your jewelry making.