It was my turn to make the salad - not a usual occurrence - but it just happened this way. As I cut the red pepper for the salad, I had to stop, sit and really take some closer look. I was still and noticed the lines and patterns in the red color of the fruit (??) and then the way the seeds clumped together. This all reminded me of a batik class I took at Glassboro State College about 38 summers ago. I was there to learn batik - the teacher had intentions of getting us there but in her way and at her pace. We had to bring something to draw and study. At that point I chose a green pepper. First we sketched the outside - shadows and colors and then gradually cut it apart to see what was inside. Why this when I wanted to learn about batik. Kamiko was the beginning of my realization that everything has pattern and color - design and style. Eventually we got to the wax and dyes but I have never looked at a pepper in the same nonchalant way ever again after all of these years!! Guess I have to reconsider the gratitude I have for the lessons learned!!
The Poetry of Place: June 29 - December 10, 2014
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