My companion, my mom, had to write in her diary and I drew bottles while she did. It can be disconcerting what to write. Why should I write that? What does it matter? But, it’s the truth I said. What does it matter what I had for dinner? Because it’s the texture of your life, I said. (I guess I can be really annoying, but remember I majored in English.)
While she wrote, I drew bottle tops. Why bottle tops? What do they matter? They’re just there. But, let me tell you, those bottles were (are) so incredibly beautiful, and I never noticed until I started drawing them just because they’re there. It is reality we’re observing. It is light curving toward us, bending, reflecting, distorting, refracting, scattering, hiding — doing all the things light does to objects in the universe.
Why draw ordinary things? Because they are true, because they are there. (And so are we.)
How I wish I could have brought you the beauties in our bottles, but it eluded me. I guess you’ll have to draw your own bottles. Meanwhile, this is all of the beauty I could catch.