Rainy day tour of second panel, old friends, and hitting walls...

It takes friends of thirty years to put up with when I eventually and invariably hit walls. Families are good for that too. Yesterday, my friend Shelly stopped by and stayed, even though she knows me well enough to tell that I was in a dark mood. Shelly and Cassie, James's girlfriend who has become family, sat and cut bottles while I put the last of the pieces on the 2nd panel in the driving rain. You know when you are in the company of people you feel safe with when,  not only can you loosen the filter on showing your feelings, you can wear your bathing suit with impunity. Later, our friends Bill and Mary Kay, 30 year veterans of my wackiness, spent the evening cutting bottles and watching a movie with us. The best part of having visitors, is to get to share this experience, process, and finished work. I am in love with color, swept, fool-headed and dizzy.

The sun is out today and I am going to work on a forty foot panel that begins at a height of 14 1/2 inches and ends at 38.  I'll tie a string to mark the angle, unless my friend Nan, a former math teacher,  stops by with a geometry formula on the tip of her tongue. Kids are wont to say they will never use the math they learn in High School. To a degree they are right. When the   need for a mathematical solution presents itself, the cruelty is that they will remember there is one, but they won't remember what it is. Maybe Nan will have a volume formula so we can figure out what size truck we need to haul this behemoth to Michigan. My heart protests, "It's not a behemoth. It is big and beautiful, a roll of wonder, kind of like me. "