Towers and Laundry

​LAST NIGHT'S SOAKED BLACK BEANS COOKING ON THE STOVE. WE HAVE BEEN STRAIGHTENING THE APARTMENT. BELONGINGS  ARE SORTED AND PUT INTO PLACE TEMPORARILY. SOMETHING CHANGES AND THESE BELONGINGS WILL MOVE AGAIN SOON.

I PULL OUT SOME PAPER AND RUN MY FINGERS OVER SOME RECENT DRAWINGS. I HAVE BEEN CREASING THE PAPER IN SQUARES AS IF TO MAKE A BOUNDARY. THEN I TAKE MY SOFT-HAIRED-HAKE BRUSH AND DIP IT IN WATER; I FILL THE SPACE WITHIN THE BOUNDARY. ​ THEN I MAKE THE WATER DRIP AND GO OUTSIDE. 

I HAVE ALSO BEEN FOLDING PAPER AND CANVAS  AND CREATING SIMPLE SHAPES.
THESE ARE THE SAME SORT OF THING-EXPRESSIONS OF HOLDING TOGETHER, AND NOT HOLDING TOGETHER AS IN ENTROPY AND EXTENDING INTO AN EXTERIOR SPACE.

TODAY IT IS SUNDAY AND I PULLED MY TIRED BODY OUT OF BED AT SEVEN, ALTHOUGH I HAD ALREADY BEEN AWAKE FOR AWHILE.

I MADE THE BED, DRANK THIS DECADENT JUICE THAT I HAD TREATED MYSELF TO FROM "MARKET ON YATES"  DURING LAST EVENING'S ADVENTURE.

AT HOME I GRABBED A SHEET OF THE PLASTIC I HAD IRONED ABOUT A YEAR AGO AND HEADED DOWNTOWN.

THERE IS A CONSTRUCTION SPOT WHERE A LARGE BUILDING IS GOING UP. RIGHT NOW THE SITE IS TOWERS OF REBAR, COLOURED TRIANGULAR FLAGS ON A STRING, MACHINERY AND A SAND PIT. I WAS ATTRACTED TO THE SCAFFOLDING THAT EVENING AND THOUGHT ABOUT INSTALLING THERE.  SO I WENT OUT IN THE MORNING AND I TRIED TO BEGIN BEFORE ALL THE PEOPLE BEGAN STIRRING IN THE STREETS ON A SUNDAY. THERE, I NERVOUSLY WOVE THE SHEET THROUGH A SECTION. THE AREA SMELLED LIKE PISS.  TWO PEOPLE CAME TO TALK TO ME: ONE TO OFFER HELP WHICH I TOOK; THE SECOND TO ASK WHAT I WAS DOING. HE BEGAN TO TELL ME ABOUT THIS PLASTIC POT WASHED UP ON TOFINO'S BEACH. THE POT WAS FROM JAPAN AND IT WAS HAND ENGRAINED WITH THE ARGYLE PATTERN WHICH I ALSO HAD ON MY PLASTIC. IT WAS LIKE NOTHING SEEN BEFORE HE SAID. HE TOLD ME HE WAS WAITING FOR THE RESTAURANT TO OPEN FOR BREAKFAST ACROSS THE STREET.

​I KEPT WORKING THERE A BIT. THE WIND WAS PRETTY STRONG AS WAS THE SMELL. AND MORE, I DON'T THINK MY EFFORTS WERE QUITE WORKING. YET I WAS DRAWN TO HOW THE PATTERNING EXTENDED TO THE EXISTING PATTERNING AT THE SITE: THE REBAR, THE GRID IN THE FENCE, THE CRISSCROSSES IN THE SCAFFOLDING. SOMEWHAT CONTENT WITH THE EXPERIMENT I CLEANED UP, GATHERED UP THE PLATIC AND BROUGHT IT TO A BIN FOR SOFT PLASTIC RECYCLING.

HEADED HOME TO DO MY WEEK'S LAUNDRY AND GET READY FOR WORK...


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