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 heaven. I was so pleased with it when I had finished. It was my first real attempt at creating something that gave me satisfaction in the purity of its message. Remembering it made me think of Stevie Wonder's Pastime Paradise, "temptation, frustration, contemplations, race relations--been spending all our lives living in past time paradise." Those are the lyrics that come to mind right now. No syntax.