Arriving at the atelier
Arriving at the atelier three or four minutes elapse, even ten, while I am just listening to the silence waiting for the studio-plants to recognize they are not alone.
We should do a lot if we had a nice day. And slowly we begin to hope, I make coffee and try not to flee: doing the administration, making phone calls, guessing that I should go to the post office, too etc. …
If we have patience and watch, something may speaks to us, something that we left here yesterday. And sometimes we succeed. Be neat: tear it in half, nail it down, then screw it home, paint me shiny to let light run on me so that you could not see me, just my reflections. And, in fact, I have a good day, I just have to look at the clock now and then to see what time it is, how much time is left.
Then come tomorrow trustingly and if you still find me beautiful and good, yesterday was a really good day.
And so it goes day by day, thanks to the studio-plants, who are unnoticed, but always taught me to turn to the light.
1 April, 2013