The Cup Redux
Posted on 11 January 2010
Just a quick note. Where does six days go?
Yesterday I took my cracked cup into the sprawling flea market that is overseen by the Hollywood sign – Hollywood Blvd. near Vine. I had seen a wonderful potter there a year or so back and, spurred on by one of the responses to my last blog from my relative Herman, I pulled it together (more than I have been able to do for my blog these past six days.)
I had called her (miraculously having found her card, after searching through my belongings) and, yes, she was still at the market. On the far end. I usually went to just the center of it for fresh fruits and vegetables and so hadn’t know that she had been there all the time.
Her work was spread out on a table (for those in LA her name is Theresa Arrison. She can be found at www.theresa-arrison.com.) Her work was even more beautiful than I had remembered. I showed her the cup, bought two vases and two bowls (very inexpensive this past Sunday, she was selling “seconds)” and worked a deal to have her make me four new cups of colors she felt would be nice. She has a wonderful sense of color.
And so my cracked cup, my struggles, the dying of one thing has bought a little new light into my little world. I will have four new cups in three weeks. Fifteen dollars apiece, which brings me back to a subject that has haunted me a bit – buying local, meeting the people who make what you have in your home, connecting with humans, staying out of Walmart, etc, even as I’m talking to people about Walmart helping me with one of my projects, “The Yellow Kite” (see tomorrow’s video).
Such a strange world.
We do the best we can. I did okay on Sunday. I have a temporary cup beside me right now, but that’s okay. I guess pretty much everything is temporary anyway.
3 responses to The Cup Redux
This is interesting. You’ve kept us busy in these six days, talking to one another and philosophizing around your cracked cup, while you went missing in pursuit of the potter. I was just meaning to ask you about the new ones you had in mind. Do catch up with our comments now that you’re back. You’ll find we’ve all reached the same place of understanding.
What about fixing your favorite cup, will the potter do that as well?
I’ll let the old cup go. Maybe I’ll shatter it against something. There is a beautiful fountain at the Disney Hall (I hate that name for the most beautiful building in LA), the concert hall.
In the back of the building there is a fountain made of old crockery from one of the rich contributers. It is an homage to Gaudi’s work in Barcelona. Breathtaking….
So you got the idea of shattering!