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Another painting; this time a ceramic cup.
There are several cups of its likeness in the household kitchen but this one I know better than all the others. I do not know how old it is, though, according to the words on its underside, it was born in Corning, USA and happens to be microwave-safe -- "M'WAVE OK", its makers have branded it.
Ever since it dawned on me that washing a cup can consume more fresh water than the vessel could actually hold, I've taken on the custom of using a cup many times before having it rinsed. A special area of the counter was designated for things that do not need washing, and it came to be that I was to choose some cup to reside there.
That is how I met this particular cup. It is composed of solid white ceramic, and though it is an unyielding material, the entirely rounded and smooth nature of the mold whence it came means that it is always gentle to the touch. It has served me countless volumes of fluid; and, when the majority of what I drink is plain water, keeping it clean is not a problem. It is most frequently seen sitting on the specially-designated counter and always away from the edges, great heights tending to do terrible things to ceramic objects.
Rarely do other cups go to visit it yet it is not without constant company. Bananas and other fruits come and go in the adjacent fruit basket, too occupied with the meaningless race to ripen themselves only to be whisked away by strangers dominated by the hunger on their minds and never seen again. Such company would not ever take the time to notice this solitary local resident, itself one of the few fixtures among the eternal hustle and bustle of a modern kitchen counter, and gleaning from its hard exterior, the apathy is returned wholesale.
Occasionally, when perhaps one of the other people has had a long day and does not remember the significance of its counter, it does get taken from its home, mistaken for something to be washed. Being lost, even temporarily, can be jarring for both of us. However, as I have learned to tell it apart even from its siblings by touch, we are soon reunited.
A bond exists between us which is ignorant to all the physical senses yet which can still be felt -- with one's heart. Having it sit still for hours on this day while I drew it has inevitably drawn us closer together. I am not fooled by this steady march towards togetherness. There shall come a day where we must part ways; and though memories may persist, there shall yet come another day where the existence of either of us has long since vanished into the wind. The world is constantly forgetting. This likeness -- created by one of the other -- offers us both a tiny glimmer of hope that our ephemeral bond shall carry on in digital memory when all else is forgotten.
There are several cups of its likeness in the household kitchen but this one I know better than all the others. I do not know how old it is, though, according to the words on its underside, it was born in Corning, USA and happens to be microwave-safe -- "M'WAVE OK", its makers have branded it.
Ever since it dawned on me that washing a cup can consume more fresh water than the vessel could actually hold, I've taken on the custom of using a cup many times before having it rinsed. A special area of the counter was designated for things that do not need washing, and it came to be that I was to choose some cup to reside there.
That is how I met this particular cup. It is composed of solid white ceramic, and though it is an unyielding material, the entirely rounded and smooth nature of the mold whence it came means that it is always gentle to the touch. It has served me countless volumes of fluid; and, when the majority of what I drink is plain water, keeping it clean is not a problem. It is most frequently seen sitting on the specially-designated counter and always away from the edges, great heights tending to do terrible things to ceramic objects.
Rarely do other cups go to visit it yet it is not without constant company. Bananas and other fruits come and go in the adjacent fruit basket, too occupied with the meaningless race to ripen themselves only to be whisked away by strangers dominated by the hunger on their minds and never seen again. Such company would not ever take the time to notice this solitary local resident, itself one of the few fixtures among the eternal hustle and bustle of a modern kitchen counter, and gleaning from its hard exterior, the apathy is returned wholesale.
Occasionally, when perhaps one of the other people has had a long day and does not remember the significance of its counter, it does get taken from its home, mistaken for something to be washed. Being lost, even temporarily, can be jarring for both of us. However, as I have learned to tell it apart even from its siblings by touch, we are soon reunited.
A bond exists between us which is ignorant to all the physical senses yet which can still be felt -- with one's heart. Having it sit still for hours on this day while I drew it has inevitably drawn us closer together. I am not fooled by this steady march towards togetherness. There shall come a day where we must part ways; and though memories may persist, there shall yet come another day where the existence of either of us has long since vanished into the wind. The world is constantly forgetting. This likeness -- created by one of the other -- offers us both a tiny glimmer of hope that our ephemeral bond shall carry on in digital memory when all else is forgotten.
Category All / Still Life
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 1000 x 1000px
File Size 188.8 kB
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