Cyclamen Built for Two
Cycla-men and women, boys and squirrels, squids and grown-ups, please join me in this Gay Nineties sing-a-long to celebrate a very successful art class project. When it works it really works!
This whole project has been a case of serendrippitynose snortcicles provoked by our adverse weather conditions of historic proportions the past two weeks. Consecutive Wednesday art classes were wiped out by ice storms, but my need to teach a make-up day was pricked by financial and Valentine imperatives.
Inspiration is such a divine and playful phenomenon of unlikely intersections. Piling on the riches is unlikely to work unless the process is also constricted by finances, available materials, limited color palette. Climb a stepstool. Scrounge through a musty old carton of used giftwrap. Find inherited table linens in the bottom of the ironing basket. Imagine the lightest breeze from the window moving great grandmother's floral curtains. Discover a garden center gift certificate in the bottom of your purse. Think pink.
Glue sticks, glue sticks
Twirl up a bit, not too
Spread a bit on paper
But don't try that on tissue
"A Bicycle Build for Two: Daisy, Daisy."
Give me your answer do!
I'm half crazy,
All for the love of you!
It won't be a stylish marriage,
I can't afford a carriage
But you'll look sweet upon the seat
Of a bicycle built for two.
Let go of the outcome. Embrace your mortality. Fall off the bicycle and get back on.
© 2011 Nancy L. Ruder