Thursday, February 11, 2010
After that day Merriam exploded with ideas for the un-addressed clay balls. She made all kinds of animals, and creatures. Platypus, pandas, monkeys, and birds, anything that came to mind Merriam made. All were based on the same basic formula yet completely unique. She even made little people that were part flower and part person and of course more babies, snowmen and wood sprites. The days rolled by and as they did the clay rolled out and continued its multiplication and metamorphisization, and as the top of the TV cabinet filled up, Merriam would take groups of her creations to the backyard to make room for more. She hung them strategically in the trees and placed them delicately in the flowerbeds and planters. Everywhere you looked the little clay figures looked back. She had a lot to do and was busy from morning til’ late at night and some times late into the morning, but no matter what she was doing Pengulosh was there. He was a new constant companion, and as she went about her business she would tell him what she was doing, and about her ideas, sometimes just talking about things she liked, like movies and music and public television telethons. She would often sing to him and hold him in her gaze and swing around in an improved flailing dance. By no means was Merriam an accomplished dancer but she moved how she felt and she felt great.