Monday, July 20, 2009

Glue

Blue, magenta, yellow and orange, snips of a rainbow cascade in a shower, finding their place under the mahogany bench. His little hands meticulous in their purpose, finding just the right pieces to dab into the wet copious puddles of white glue. Eyes scrunched in concentration, barely rising in mention of dinner, driven to achieve just the right artistic message.

Carefully laying aside his labor in a growing pile, he finds the pulls fresh canvas from the ream of paper, his mind working feverishly several steps ahead, the picture already gaining clarity. Black letters break the stark glare of emptiness, forming illegible script to the naked eye. His pink tongue pokes out the corner of his screwed up lips, taking a peek at his progress.

Puffed air blows out his lungs, signaling the end of his marathon. Wandering eyes survey the landscape of his imagination, finding form in mish mash abstraction. He declares them ready, placing them in our laps, unique to each of us.

The more glue, the more love, he says, as rivulets find their way to the linoleum below.

Smiling at that which binds us together, a tear creeps across my eye into a warm embrace. Yes, I think glue is good, even in it's mess.

There is no remedy for love but to love more. ~H. D. Thoreau

34 comments:

Madame DeFarge said...

Love the bit about his tongue poking out in concentration. Gives a lovely imagine of the thought going into his work.

Kate Hanley said...

This is just great! More glue, more love, so precious. My son was into glue for a while but it sure beat glitter...anything beats glitter.

Brian Miller said...

@madame - smiles.

@kate - glitter seems to find cracks you never knew were there before...always a twinkle to remind you.

A.Decker said...

Great good fortune, in rivulets streaming to the floor! Soak it up, man, soak it up. Thanks.

Travel & Dive Girl said...

Love the image of the tongue poking out. My grandfather, who is 78 still uses his tongue as a concentration tool.

Vodka Mom said...

now, if you would add glitter- it would be golden.

xox

awesome post.

otin said...

It is great how parents are proud of whatever their children create! My mother still has some silly looking things in her cedar chest, or to her, her treasure chest!

lakeviewer said...

I'm in awe at how you build your story, one image over another, "snips of rainbow." This is sooo sweeeet.

Daniel said...

I have the reminders of my little one's artistic efforts all over the walls of my office. My private show takes place anew each day. Blessings to you.

willow said...

I so miss all that priceless fridge art. Enjoy it, because it is gone all too soon.

Nancy said...

I miss those gluey little messes. Glad you are able to see the masterpiece, so lovingly produced.

Hilary said...

Lovely. You glue together quite the image, yourself.

I still have two very large drawers full of gluey, rainbow messes from my sons' (19 and 22 now) early days. Tongue-pokes were optional. :)

Rose Marie Raccioppi said...

Well certainly - stuck on love, stuck on creativity, stuck on moments precious - the glue that defines the joys of innocence, the appreciation of the years - the glue that holds each willful wonder! GREAT POST!

Ronda Laveen said...

I love it when a project over takes me and that is the only thing in my world. You have quite a little artist in your midst. Colorful.

tony said...

I wonder why the tongue stretches further the more we concentrate?

Mitr - Friend said...

Awww... Cho chweet.. Even nowadays, I poke out my tongue, when so much into work and then suddenly realize my surroundings and people around and zip up my mouth.. Lols... :D :P

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Mitr - Friend said...
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Mitr - Friend said...

And this reminds me of my cousin...
Once she took her text book and was filling every alphabet that has an enclosure with her pencil, like a,b,d,o,p,q,r and caps A,B,D and so on.. I kept noticing this for some time and asked her what was she up to. She must have been too much into her work.. She didn't even reply... I asked her again. Then she looked at me and said, 'Shading'... Then I asked, 'Why.?'. She thought for a while for a perfect excuse and then said, 'My teacher asked me to do so..!!!'. Till date, I could never forget that... She was in Kinder Garden then. Now she's in 4th grade... :)

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Lorraine said...

Oh Brian, so touching, I love your writing...

jay said...

Oh, that's such a sweet post! Brings back memories of my own boys and their messy glue sessions!

Thanks for your visit! :)

Mom said...

Know this must be Logan the artist.

Mitr - Friend said...

Hey Brian,
Thanks for dropping by my blog...
Do drop in often. I'd love to have ur visits n comments.. :)
And ya, do let me know in case u try out those recipes... :D
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Candie Bracci said...

this is great Brian!Yes I bet this is the right thing to do even though the person might not love you back..
Have a nice day Brian :)

Suldog said...

Having a mess means you've been blessed (or something like that.) In any case, you certainly are blessed; that's easy to see. Good for you!

subtorp77 said...

I gotta stop coming over here; your writings are addictive...

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Cinnamon said...

Ah this brings back memories of doing artwork with the boys when they were younger- ah the mess!!! Good job we had old carpet.

'The more glue, the more love' - what amazing things children say! Love is the glue which binds us together- great conclusion to the post.

Valerie said...

Brian, I loved the sentiments and your writing, but I would have so disliked the occasion if it was real glue.
Got in a mess here, my comment was sent before it was finished and now I can't remember what I wanted to say. Duh!
Anyway, cutting a long explanation short, I had a bad experience with glue, the sort that didn't have any love in it. Could your boy magic some up for me... smiles.

Joanna Jenkins said...

"Puffed air blows out his lungs, signaling the end of his marathon." I can see his little face :-))))
Beautiful.

Pastor Sharon said...

Beautiful the art of children and the glue - LOVE that binds us together.

Vodka Mom said...

i just gave you a shout out. your writing rocks.

Brian Miller said...

@a decker - soaking, soaking...

@travel - ha. love the tongue, think he got that from me.

@vodka mom - lol. smiles.

@otin - moms are good like that. i think they see what went into it as much as the final product.

@daniel - like th thought of the priate show daily.

@lake viewer - smiles.

@willow- oh, T's got a box i am sure we will pull out on those days.

@nancy - watching him was almost as much fun as the finished product.

@hillary - ha. ty.

@rose - stuck indeed. ty

@ronda - yes he is

@ tony - mine can reach my nose...lol

@mitr - ha. thanks for hte story.

@loraine - ty

@jay - ty. boys and glue...

@mom - actually Cole.

@candie - true that. love unconditional.

@suldog - like the wisdom in that.

@subby - no come back...

@cinnamon - kids have wisdom almost as big as their hearts.

@val - ha. sounds like a story i would love to hear...

@joanna - smiles.

@pastor sharon - too true.

@vodka mom - you may have just made my day....

Jen of A2eatwrite said...

How lovely, Brian. This is truly one of my favorites of your posts.

Wings said...

Wonderful piece, Brian. Simple yet beautiful.