Water Table

SEEing

Seeing thru water


table ..fish?


Paula Sweet

This table might look like an expensive designer showroom item to you.

But to me it is vision

It is what I saw to be necessary in my NYC loft.

I had recently moved from my garden studio in Venice California and missed my fish pond. I also lacked a desk and dining table.I looked into my mind for a way to combine all three.

I had a limited budget and spent the bulk of it on the 48” glass top.  For the legs I walked over to a metal shop in SOHO hoping to find a round metal base. The guy said he had nothing but when I kept standing there dumbfounded, he remembered some old basket ball hoops he had under a scrap pile.

Artfully, he welded 4 legs and wheels onto the hoops with arms to allow for a larger water tank on top.

What to put the water in was my biggest dilemma. I had my heart set on a huge glass jar like my uptown client had to keep her firewood in.  She got hers at Tiffany’s very “reasonable.”  When I saw what she considered “reasonable”, I knew that wasn’t going to be it.

It wasn’t until a few weeks later, while wandering through the gift show in the toy section that I was drawn to and fascinated by some toys swimming in a tank.

I was delighted, until I realized what I was looking at.

You see we can look,  but it takes a while to see.

There was my table top!

The sales man was dismayed that I didn’t want to buy swimmers but agreed that I could buy a display tank from the factory at a great price.It had the hole and plug for draining. It was even better than I had imagined.

That is the process of the expensive, gorgeous, artist, designer, desk, dining table and pond.

Life is seeing.

The rest is work to bring it to fruition.

The table that you see is my vision

It is rather more than the sum of its parts, rather more than a sheet of glass, a toy display and a couple of basket ball hoops.

What you are seeing is what I focused for you to see.

Not what was really there.

This is the magic of an artist.

 

 

 

 

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From Stink Bugs to Elephants

I don’t know if you have stink bugs where you live, but they are visitors here who have become permanent residents.  Gossip says that they came over from Asia in cargo, my guess is those wonderful baskets at such like Micheal’s and Pier One.  The trains transported them across land and they got off at points along the  way, Allentown and Pattenburg being close to my house. They have made themselves at home spreading throughout the state of New Jersey. They are simple aerodynamic arrow head  tanks on brittle legs. No wheels needed as they fly loudly crashing into things. Unlike  bedbugs they don’t bite.  I have never seen them eat anything but they STINK!!!!  The best part is there are no known pesticides in our state that kill them, not that I would use one, but there must be no predators either because they are multiplying every year in noticeable numbers.  At first no one would admit to finding them in their home,  but  a couple years hence  I doubt you can find anyone who isn’t raving about the stink Bugs (plural) inside their homes. How do they get in? Last thanksgiving we and our guests were observing the turkey baking in the oven when our view was obscured by stink bugs crawling quickly between the glasses on the oven door.  They must have been woken from their winter slumber by the increasing heat.  Many local citizens have been woken in the night by stink bugs landing on their face or hair.  They have been known to crawl between pajama legs, and hide under chocolate bars, pose themselves on the lace tablecloth or the favorite orchid. If I took the time to remove each one I find,  half my day would be gone.

My imagination tells me that we need to import some of their predators . then possibly some predators for those, and then possibly predators for those, and then because each predator is slightly larger than the previous,  eventually we will need lots of elephants patrolling the streets .  I can’t wait.

 

 

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The Beginning

 

 

Henry Miller, one of my favorite beings,  had a huge claw foot desk that he put in the middle of his living room, where he wrote everyday.  He had to wait for his books to be published, sometimes many years.

I wonder if he would have liked the idea of a keyboard and flat screen that could instantly put his words out to the world.  I feel so connected, even if no one reads this, because there is a possibility….that someone might…  it is slightly better than talking to myself!

so come one

come all

Find meeee!

 

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