It's Been Fairly Quiet at the Dive Shop Today

I didn't get any writing done (too hard to focus) and I forgot my knitting so I sat and played games and watched television on the computer. I didn't doze off once. I'm pretty proud of that.

I enjoyed writer's last night, Jennifer.

February 20--Aristarkh Vasilievec Lentulov, Allegory of the Patriotic War of 1812.
Jansen spent hours and hours cutting tiny pieces of Fimo clay and arranging them in exactly the right places. He had special ordered the colors so that everything was right. He practiced kneading the Fimo so that it was soft enough to work with, supple enough to assume the shapes in his imagination. Each of the colors acted differently, some of them dried faster so he kept notes of which color to prepare first, which area of the design to start on. Finally he concluded that he had to make the piece in sections like a tiled plaque. He heart pounded and his pulse raced when he completed laying out the tiny cuts of clay in the first section. He reached for his rolling pin and carefully pushed it across the clay, melding and stretching the design. He was almost afraid to see what he had made but he stiffened his backbone and lifted the tool. There it lay in all its colorful disarray exactly as he had envisioned it. Only seven more segments to go.

It was hard to figure out what to write about this one.
--Barbara