Things that are hard but should be soft....and vice versa.

I remember being a child, and seeing old fashion porcelain dolls with lace dresses, the lace looked delicate but when touched it was hard as a rock.
This mystified me, in a way, it still does. I wanted to smash that doll and see why the dress was so hard, and see if it was hard through and through. Of course I didn't, that would have been bad manners.
Using the tulle in plaster has renewed this mystical feeling of.. wow it's soft but it's hard....hmm? (Scratching my head wanting to shake all the plaster out of the tulle just to say I could, or just smashing it.)

I once saw a metal feather...this was so wrong to my senses on many levels.

Mica is a soft rock I was obsessed with it after going to Crystal Cave when I was a kid. I got one of those cards with all the rocks glued onto it explaining what each rock was and where it came from. I pulled the mica off in pieces just so I could really touch smell and hold it close.

I touched a rock and it was as soft as a cotton ball, fuzzy too.
They said I shouldn't touch it because it was actually a crystal and it had dozens of hair like crystals coming out of it which is why it was so soft. So I bought it, just so I could touch it. They said it won't grow now because my hands have oil on them and this deters crystal growth, I now keep it in a box in my curio cabinet.
I check it regularly to see if it's growing. It still fits in the box.

When I was 12 I broke a thermometer it had liquid metal in it, it was shiny, smooth and cool to touch.
I was told not to touch it, this is mercury and bad for you.
I did not believe it was bad for me because it felt so cool to touch and it moved so uniquely around finding itself and reattaching itself to itself, then breaking in small balls just to become one with itself again...and again..I played with that mercury for about a month.
My mom found out and told me I could die from handling it.
The threat of death always moved me to action. I gave it to my mom but...
I didn't die.
It did slow my learning though.
I have since done heavy metal detox. My brain works well now, and I still didn't die.
I am not sad that I had that month with my dear liquid mercury metal.. I still can see it shining in my hand moving back and forth over the floor.
I have a strange fondness for it and when I saw Terminator 2 and the man was like Mercury those feelings of happy dread came back.
Glass is kind of like that, it's smooth to touch, cool, shiny and it is not forgiving, it'll slice you no sooner you're not paying full attention to it. This may be why I love working with it so much.

self realization is awesome

The masks are still damp I may put them in my dryer if they are not dry tomorrow.

I'm not making eggs this Easter I feel sad about that.

Sing loud, dance as if it is all that matters, laugh heartily, and join in, touch and feel everything, even when you are told not to, (except at the art museums, they will throw you out and you will not get a refund) you are the reason life can not be limited, or sucked up into a vacuum.
Be at peace, you are loved,
Janice