I learned some skills from an artist I met a few years ago who had finished a commercial photography program. What I learned from her was less about photography; more about cropping for paintings and drawings. Up until meeting her, I'd just kind of wing it. Cutting here and there at a piece, then shifting it around in its frame until it landed where it seemed to make sense.
As a gift, she bought me a T-square ruler: Heavy and black and metal. Sharp edges and corners with a vague nod to a crucifix. It could be used as a weapon as easily as a cropping tool.
It's a sexy ruler.
There is only one ruler I own that is sexier.
(pause)
There is a scene in Pillion (which I've seen twice, now) that took me by surprise. It is brief and the intention within the film is different from mine. But, for a moment, I saw someone doing something to a lover that I had never witnessed someone else do - right in front of me. [I know that other people do it. I know there are many reasons for which it is done. I simply had never seen someone doing it to a lover in real life or portrayed on film.]
The moment involves a thin, all-black, cloth, measuring tape that is pulled from a sleek hockey-puck-like retractable spool. The tape itself is black.
That's what got me.
I rarely feel envy of material things but, in that moment, I felt envy pour through my entire body:
I had no idea such beautiful tools existed.
be well; be loved,
k.
[image credit: Naomi O'Hare]
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