Subject: Things I love about my new job!
Date: Sat, 13 Sep 1997 12:39:01 GMT
From: !!!email@example.com (TarlaStar)
Organization: Little Sisters of the Perpetually Juicy
Okay...everything. I love everything I do in the studio. I realized
yesterday that I must be doing the right thing because...I don't need
to frop all day. I can work from 9 until 5 and not even think about
frappy until I'm in the truck drivin' home. If you know me, you'll
know that's an amazing statement.
I love the smell of the oil clay. I love the way the warm clay feels
in my hands, the sensual way it goes onto the form. It's just
I love the arc welder and the acetylene torch. I feel so macho with my
welding mask on. Sr. Jezabel says it makes her want to go see "Flash
Dance." The only thing I don't like about the welder is that I haven't
quite mastered the "drop" thing, where you tip your head forward and
drop the mask in time with the light of the arc.
I love that I'm meeting all kinds of new people. Paul's studio is a
curiosity around here, so everyone who can think of an excuse to
visit...does. I'm making all the connections, with none of the
work...it's ART LITE!
There was a moment...our second day working together, when I had a
pang of fear. Paul said, "Well, I need some music to work by. I hope
this won't be a breaking point with us." He was picking out a tape
from the maelstrom near the player.
I furrowed my brow and asked, "It's not gonna be hard-core country and
western is it?"
"Not today," he replied, putting the tape into the machine.
Suddenly...I heard a sound I hadn't heard in forty years..."Ishkedada
gehedehregan..." in a low purr. Holy Shit it was Eartha Kitt! I damned
near peed myself. And what was she singing? Nothing less than the song
in Turkish that my mother used to sing me to sleep with when I was a
very tiny girl; a song that I memorized to please my mother, and
taught my sons, but hadn't actually HEARD since I was four or so. I
got a big old shit-eatin' grin on my face. "I love Eartha Kitt," I
told him. Now HE was the one that was smiling. Nat King Cole came on
after Eartha. I was pretty much in heaven at this point, but there was
more. Monday morning, I went to find a tape and there was my favorite
Ella Fitzgerald (The Jerome Kern Songbook) tape. I slipped it in and
started it up. Paul started singing along with the tape, I joined in
and there we were, singing "You couldn't be cuter, that's right you
couldn't be sweeter, that's right, you couldn't be nicer, couldn't be
neater..." while we're measuring, packing clay and bending rebar. It
was just wonderful.
Yesterday, I did most of the welding. Paul told me what to weld, then
he walked out of the room. He trusts me already to do what he's taught
me and to do it well, without supervision. He likes me, he really
really likes me. The feeling is mutual, he's a great Master to work
for. He gave me a bust armature yesterday and told me to take it home
and sculpt The Bearded Guy. He also lent me his antique bronze
calipers. He's trying to bring me up to speed as fast as possible so
that I can take on half the load. This is not to say that he's taking
advantage of me. On the contrary, I've learned so much in the past
week, I feel like I should be paying him to work for him. Fortunately,
he seems to think I'm valuable enough that he's seeking out funding to
compensate me for my time. He already introduces me as "My assistant,
I love seeing the finished armatures. It's just wonderful to me to be
able to be so orderly and get such amazing results. There's no
guesswork involved. If you do this, this, then this...you get THIS.
Learning how to expand a maquette into a full-sized sculpture has been
a wonderful experience that I doubt more than a couple dozen people in
the country have ever had.
I must be the luckiest person on the planet. How many people are
actually ANXIOUS to get to work every day? Free time seems boring,
time to get everything done that I can't do when I'm working, like
cleaning my house, feeding the family, washing my ass. Work time is
when I'm happy, at peace, excited and unwilling to stop. Only pain and
The Bearded Guy can drag me out of the studio.
*** Reverend Mutha Tarla Star***
It is by caffeine alone I set my mind in motion, it is by the
beans of Java that thoughts acquire speed, the hands acquire
shaking, the shaking becomes a warning, it is by caffeine
alone I set my mind in motion.--HToMC