Once again Jon scooped me on posting my latest piece of art. This time its a potholder and our stories about how it came about differ as you might imagine. I will not give into the idea that just because someone says something first it’s the truth. (ya know like kids running to mom to snitch on each other). If you haven’t read Jon’s version yet, you can read it here. (although you may want to read my version first. )
It’s true that I ran into the house (being chased by the wind) saying My Brain Is Bad! But all that stuff about being normal (or not) and Frankenstein, well, I don’t see how that comes into it. I mean, what’s normal anyway?
And since I wasn’t complaining about my brain, only stating a fact, I know he didn’t suggest I stop complaining about my brain – which is, quite obviously damaged and warped, and put it to good use. Because that would have really pissed me off and well, this story would probably have a different ending. I do recall Jon quietly asking “Is that a streaming piece?” when I said the words My brain is bad. So I will give him credit for putting the idea in my head to make a Bad Brain Potholder. Also, I did not “storm” out of the house, I walked thoughtfully back to my studio, patiently asking Jon to latch the door behind me so the near hurricane winds that have been battering our house since last night would not blow the door off its hinges.
And although it’s true that making and selling my work makes me happy there are other things that make me happy too, like chocolate covered macaroons from the Round House Cafe, and walks with Lenore in the woods, which I would not be doing naked today because of the wind.
I do however appreciate Jon’s compliment that my Bad Brain Potholder “is both accurate and quite wonderful.”
Anyway, it’s seems I’m not alone with my bad brain. The women at the Round House Cafe understood when I told them about it and I just got an email from Syl saying of the Potholder “I neeeeeeed one!!! :)”.
So you’d think after all that positive reinforcement my brain would have done a back flip and would be telling me all good things instead of telling me all the bad things that got us here today. And though my lips are smiling, my brain is still insisting on being a bad brain. But now the words are beginning to run together like nonsense…. so there’s hope. Hope that the bad brain goes good.