Early April is a time of birth and death in my life.
My mother’s birthday was last week.
A church acquaintance drowned in Hawaii over spring break.
A friend committed suicide two decades ago.
A colleague lost her daughter almost ten years ago.
My son was born five years ago.
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Aside from mom, all that was future when I took a “Word and Image” studio with Tony Dubovsky.
One of the big projects was to pull something from Ovid’s Metamorphoses. I landed on Orpheus.
The final sculpture was made of wire with a paper mache skin of tracing paper stained with acrylic paint. The translucent piece hung from the ceiling.
I might have a photo of it hidden at my parent’s house. I should dig it up one day.
I should also to read Metamorphoses one day. There is copy buried in the garage in one of many boxes of books.
