Capture the Moment
Johnny does the important work of closing the kitchen door.
When did we get
so busy? Nothing is more important
than anything else. Slow down you
move too fast. . .
The first artist
I ever met and who was an inspiration was Judith Koehne. She said it takes a lot of time to be
an artist. I wanted to be a writer
but I knew I didn’t have a lot of time so I set out to prove Judith wrong. I decided I was going to write, even if I
only had ten minutes, that I was
going to capture short moments if that’s all there was time for.
On Johnny
doing important work at eighteen months
What there is to do is to do nothing. So I do nothing. I walk around doing nothing and while
I’m doing nothing I do whatever there is to do at the moment.
What is the need of the hour?
So I wash the kitchen floor. I’m with Johnny and with Johnny is
where I want to be and as I do nothing I want the nothing that I do to be
something that Johnny can do with me.
So I wash the kitchen floor and get it clean and Johnny climbs up on a
chair he has pushed up to the counter. He gets a dishrag and brings it to me.
He wants to help. He has important work to do. He has his rag and he wants to
do his important work of washing floors. I concentrate on washing the kitchen
floor as he concentrates on washing the kitchen floor. Nothing is more
important than anything else, and the floors are clean.
I begin to prepare the dinner. I take out the
chicken, wash and dry it and Johnny pushes the chair up to the counter to do
important work. He takes the dishes out of the dish drainer and I brown the
chicken. He puts the dishes in the sink, and I brown the chicken. Johnny does
the important work of putting clean dishes back into the sink.
I
walk out the back door to put the dirty rags in the laundry and Johnny closes
the dryer door for me. The towels are dry. I take them out of the dryer and
Johnny closes the dryer door for me. I open the dryer door, put the wet towels in
and Johnny closes the dryer door for me.
Johnny does the important work of closing the dryer door. I add spices to the chicken. Johnny sleeps as I write.
(c)1986
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