Dancing in the dark
Lots of fun, spent the night people watching out at the dance club,
Found a little eldrich girl to watch for a long while, she was realy somthing to look at, more of a work of art then a person.
She was shaped as though some sculptor had started a clay mold,
Formed a torso, and looking at it decided that it was going to be female... but changed his mind once or twice...
And after smoothing all the lines, he began to form legs, be he made them before he attached them to the body, round, and taperd only as an after thought. he looked and felt his clay till there was finaly a place to let them sit, not truly the likenes of a human but it would do, far to high and attached to the sides, allmost stuck on, so he tried to smooth the joint, but left a crease that he found he could not resolve so just had to let well enough alone.
so he turned back to his bench, and molded more clay, perhaps as a new set of legs, but no, he had the arms, far to thin to be a leg, perhaps a bit to long or just to wet a clay, but void of structure and so formed his figures arms in and let them flow to hang with spindly fingers by his childes knee.
Dissatisfied and still debating the gender, he sets to work on a face for his work, a simple thing, no expersion, his skill has allready failed him today, so he begins ... a wide set of eyes, as he carves them out, a and supine nose just lifting at the end, A mouth yes that is next; it is allready late, or perhaps he is unhappy with the parts of his work so far, so he draws a thin tight mouth, nothing expressives, unable to smile, no cornners to draw down to frown blank and simple but wide, wide as thoes inqusitive eyes he has pushed in his clay.
Cheeks, that he has forgoten, his poor little mold is flat faced and with out lines to define top from bottom, so once again he goes to his bench and taking his kinfe cuts tiney wedges to form cheeks with... high, low, flat, no he sets them low, drawing his hand away he pushes them up and back toward the ears that he has not yet made... No, he will not makes ears, not today, perhaps later, tonight he will just make hair, a long cascade of Hair, sandy clay that will fall apart as it drys, so he drapes his new hair on, flowing down from the crown, down falling to both sholders and drawing together to the left, drape it doen the front, allthe way to the legs, maby he can hide the shaps he has so carelesly formed.
But no, no tonight he has left his little cupie doll out in the rain, and it has washed , washed any remenent of knife working, or the lines that muscule will spring from as he finishes.
So that today this creature, never at home in her own skin, strong chined blank faced, juvinile with agelesnes fell out of her creators work shop and finding the only thing she could to cloth her self in walked in to a dance club thirty years to late and found the disco was gone.
There were lots of other interisting people, lots of seens to watch unfold, most far more interisting at the time, but some how now that I am home this elfin little girl trying to hide in a cornner while she crawled out of her skin is the one I rember and is nagging at me to describe.
O well.. Good night all.... And rember to dream.
Found a little eldrich girl to watch for a long while, she was realy somthing to look at, more of a work of art then a person.
She was shaped as though some sculptor had started a clay mold,
Formed a torso, and looking at it decided that it was going to be female... but changed his mind once or twice...
And after smoothing all the lines, he began to form legs, be he made them before he attached them to the body, round, and taperd only as an after thought. he looked and felt his clay till there was finaly a place to let them sit, not truly the likenes of a human but it would do, far to high and attached to the sides, allmost stuck on, so he tried to smooth the joint, but left a crease that he found he could not resolve so just had to let well enough alone.
so he turned back to his bench, and molded more clay, perhaps as a new set of legs, but no, he had the arms, far to thin to be a leg, perhaps a bit to long or just to wet a clay, but void of structure and so formed his figures arms in and let them flow to hang with spindly fingers by his childes knee.
Dissatisfied and still debating the gender, he sets to work on a face for his work, a simple thing, no expersion, his skill has allready failed him today, so he begins ... a wide set of eyes, as he carves them out, a and supine nose just lifting at the end, A mouth yes that is next; it is allready late, or perhaps he is unhappy with the parts of his work so far, so he draws a thin tight mouth, nothing expressives, unable to smile, no cornners to draw down to frown blank and simple but wide, wide as thoes inqusitive eyes he has pushed in his clay.
Cheeks, that he has forgoten, his poor little mold is flat faced and with out lines to define top from bottom, so once again he goes to his bench and taking his kinfe cuts tiney wedges to form cheeks with... high, low, flat, no he sets them low, drawing his hand away he pushes them up and back toward the ears that he has not yet made... No, he will not makes ears, not today, perhaps later, tonight he will just make hair, a long cascade of Hair, sandy clay that will fall apart as it drys, so he drapes his new hair on, flowing down from the crown, down falling to both sholders and drawing together to the left, drape it doen the front, allthe way to the legs, maby he can hide the shaps he has so carelesly formed.
But no, no tonight he has left his little cupie doll out in the rain, and it has washed , washed any remenent of knife working, or the lines that muscule will spring from as he finishes.
So that today this creature, never at home in her own skin, strong chined blank faced, juvinile with agelesnes fell out of her creators work shop and finding the only thing she could to cloth her self in walked in to a dance club thirty years to late and found the disco was gone.
There were lots of other interisting people, lots of seens to watch unfold, most far more interisting at the time, but some how now that I am home this elfin little girl trying to hide in a cornner while she crawled out of her skin is the one I rember and is nagging at me to describe.
O well.. Good night all.... And rember to dream.