“We got you this because we know you love red” said my gorge-arse RMIT students this week in our last class together. Really? Do I? I contemplated this as I buttered toast on my red chopping board, headed up to my red-curtained studio which glows like a brothel into the wee hours, and proceeded to sketch in my red moleskin diary. Case closed.
Not that it stops there. Take red shoes for instance, which I love to an unhealthy degree. From this I can draw a line straight back to my favourite pair of shoes age 3.5. I called them my clinker shoes because of the click clack tap sound they made as I walked, making me sound like some sort of vigilante mousekateer. Transfixed by their wild red beauty, I walked constantly into people and walls, much to my mother’s chagrin.
But while this tap-dance connection could have inspired me to follow a path to the Australian Ballet, ensuring me life-long flat stomach and good posture, it instead planted the seed for a life-long obsession with red shoes. Thanks for that.
So, what started out as an otherwise grey and completely sleep-deprived week…
…was transformed by a splash of colour right when I needed it.
{ 2 comments }
kim 10.17.10 at 10:14 pm
Nice cup! Jealous, me, noooooo. Well my students presented me with the biggest box of nuthin I had ever seen!!! Thanks guys…………….
Patsyfox 10.18.10 at 9:07 am
Ha Ha, well my students do rock rather hard. Wait until I tell you what the other group brought to class!
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