Postcard
Mostly Angels now-a-days
Sunday, April 21, 2002
I was at an open forum studio at The Art Center. Florida Society of Goldsmiths has a work shop there. A woman named Leslie proctored the forum, and Ken, who also monitors the studio, sat in too and worked on a solid looking cheese knife.
Back in the corner, there's an aloe plant on the grey marble window ledge, the scales on it have grown big and healthy. A red species that I've never seen before. The poor aloe has withered a bit, more from a swamp of helpful waterings than the fat parisites. A thread of sugar loving ants has wound it's way up the wall and past the coffee pot to tap the sticky residue from the scale bugs.
Back in the corner, there's an aloe plant on the grey marble window ledge, the scales on it have grown big and healthy. A red species that I've never seen before. The poor aloe has withered a bit, more from a swamp of helpful waterings than the fat parisites. A thread of sugar loving ants has wound it's way up the wall and past the coffee pot to tap the sticky residue from the scale bugs.
