I took the pear on the back right with me to class yesterday, as another visual. My pear is now famous. I asked a student if they wanted her autograph, because I was asked "Is that the actual pear from the photograph?!" My pear got named things like "Pear-y the Platypus" and Pear-y-winkle." I told them at the end of the day I planned on eating her, but when the time came, I had trouble doing it.
I had gotten a bit attached to the pear, afterall, I had used my magic (and the students had used theirs) to make her OUR pear in OUR story. Magic makes inanimate objects come to life, you know. I decided to give her one last debut before I walked out the building, eating her with juice rolling down my chin.
"Oh, no! You're eating THE pear," said the students I passed in the halls.
"It is okay," I told them, waving my art. "I drew her first!"
And so, without further adieu, I give you...Ode to THE Pear.
She represents the word permit to me for these reasons:
- I am permitted to make my life fun.
- I am permitted to make inanimate objects come to life.
- I am permitted to enjoy the combined imagination of those in my life to take perfect storybook ideas (like a pear named Pear-y-winkle) and speak it into actuality in "the real world."
- I am permitted to cheer when the student who started the class blowing me off circles back around and finishes strong, creating the piece you see above. He kept asking that brilliant artist question that has been asked throughout the ages: How do I make it look like that?!
- I am permitted to treasure a pear, so that when I eat her at the end of the day she truly feels like the most decadent of forbidden fruits.
- I am permitted to savor beauty.
- I am permitted to take time to make art.
- I am permitted to frame my own art, knowing and valuing what it meant for me to create it.
- I am permitted to treasure THIS day and THIS fruit because it is mine, and if I don't make it magical, it will slip, as if stolen by a masked bandit, into another black blur of chaos and busy and something that was mine to own, if only there were time.
- I am permitted to adjust when plans don't go as expected, because I ate a magical pear and its sticky juice coated my insides with possibility. This is what we refer to as Dark Magic in Into the Dark Night.