I spent some time this morning going back through the images of this year’s guitars – because I was certain that I had already done one with the bowls. I have not, which gives me a giddy feeling of accomplishment – I have my guitar for the day.
I collect yellow ware. Common old every day kitchen crockery of a wonderful color. I have a lot of bowls. There was a time there when the bowls were everywhere – and I have them in sizes from gi-normous (not meant to be moved when full, and only carefully when empty) to really, really tiny – ok, actually made for a dollhouse kitchen. They are on shelves, on special racks, in cupboards, in use – they are everywhere. How could I have missed them for a guitar? Has it come to this? All of this striving just to finally realize I’m utterly surrounded by guitar shapes – and that it will not actually end just because the 365 days are over? Well, yes. I have to deal with it.