There is this sculpture in a little courtyard between the Art Center and the students’ studios. It is a massive, rust-red steel contraption that could invoke images of sweat, muscle, masculinity, bright sparks and coal dusted workshops, but instead sits quietly under the shade of a sugar maple. The reason for this, I think, is because of the wooden platform suspended horizontally by four thick chains that juts out from the sculpture. On closer inspection, one realizes that there are also cables connecting the chains of the platform to a balanced piece of steel that rests in the middle of the sculpture, itself supported by cables so that it can also swing freely.
I sat on that wooden platform with a late lunch today, basking in the abnormally warm weather. I began with three layers as I headed to the studio from the dorm, but by the time I got to the door of the painting studio, I was sweating. I peeled off my sweatshirt and stopped by the cafe for food and drink. Then, sitting outside on that lowslung platform, I realized that I had chosen the perfect spot at the perfect time of day, so that the sun was angled right over the other buildings and trees and shone directly into the courtyard. Specifically, it lit the sculpture and platform in the kind of golden glow only possible in October.
My longsleeve tae kwon do shirt came off as well, leaving me in ridiculously comfortable sweatpants and a tank top. As I ate, it only seemed to get warmer. I love Indian summer, and although I knew I had to get to work on my paintings, I lounged outside for as long as I could, laying on the platform and looking up at the filtered sky through bright yellow maple leaves. It was like a shot for a Canon or Kodak commercial, the impossibly perfect family snapshots in bright primary colors.
It was beautiful.
I’m getting better from my cold, thank goodness. I’m also incredibly sore from a two and a half hour soccer tournament I played yesterday, in similarly glorious weather. Not only soccer; barefoot 3-on-3 soccer. Thus the bruise in the soft flesh on the inside curve of my foot. Ouch.
In other news…Well, what other news does a college student have to offer? Courses, procrastination, self-introspection…sex. Yes, there is always that. As I find myself growing exceedingly more people-comfortable and a bit less socially awkward, I’ve also discovered just how right my group of friends fit into my personality. Such wonderful people, and lately I’ve realized just how openly sexual they can be…watching porn together as a form of entertainment, sometimes of a decidedly tasteless kind (hmmmm, tasteful porn…does that exist? I think so.), for laughs (Pornosaurus? Pteradactyl sex? Heh…)
Anyway, that wasn’t really going anywhere; but, in terms of myself, well, there has been a constant, humming horniness vibrating just under my skin, forming images in my head when it can, leaving me sometimes daydreaming in between lapses of concentration. There is an empty ache, and a tingling longing on my skin for contact with another’s skin.