Layers of soft cotton. Ruffles. Gentle hues of pinks, lavendars and creams. Pillows upon pillows. Paintings of orchids blooming. Hours laying on my back staring at the clouds. Dreamy. Soft edges. Quiet bubble baths. Waltz. Classical music. Sarah Maclachlan. Ten Thousand Maniacs. Rolling Hills. Quiet conversation. Sipping Champagne. The oboe. The chime of a grandfather clock. The minimal splash of a swan dive. Sea Glass. Sequined flats.
This. Is. Me.
Sharp edges. Cold surfaces. Modern lines. Contemporary architecture. Tango. Ozzy Osbourne. Sharp Peaks. Bold primary colors. Raucous parties. Shots of Tequila. The trumpet. A cookoo clock. The soaking wet of a cannon ball jump. Coral Reefs. Spikey stilettos. Shades of grey. Indestructible, non- malleable materials.
This. Is. Not. Me.
What, you may be thinking does this have anything to do with our Day 4 prompt of Heavy Metal from Creativity Boot Camp? Well, not much really. I searched my brain all day for something I was passionate about having to do with Heavy Metal. And I found everything that came to mind disappointing. I do not find beauty in things so cold and harsh as metal. Listening to Heavy Metal makes my toes curl under. The sound of metal pots and pans clanging together makes my jaw clench. Any object that comes to mind when I think of metal is intimidating, overbearing and often dangerous. It is a material you cannot alter in such a way to disguise it’s true gray color or icy feel. Metal is intrusive. Loud. Disturbing. Harsh. Confrontational. Metal furniture to me is uninviting and uncomfortable. Metal art belongs in a museum not in a warm home.
So I will take a pass on this assignment as my words are unable to bring heavy metal to life in an interesting way. My life is void of Heavy Metal. Unless I can write about “Heavy Meddling”. In which case I have plenty of that going on in my life and could most definitely write 10 or 12 posts on the topic.
The good news, is that when you do one day meet me, you’ll know me a bit better from this post and you’ll know there’s no need to invite me to a Marilyn Manson concert or buy me a Picasso work of art.