snake, pastime paradise, original I found myself remembering the very first clay piece I made in high school art class. It was a simple tale. The snake rolled and coiled perfectly stacked in a pyramid with scales so finely carved over every inch of the coiled body of the snake. At the very top of the pyramid was a red, deep red apple, tucked right beneath the chin of the snake’s mouth, open, hisssing. It was lost in the basement of the old house. Wish it hadn’t gone to art he