“For my next vase I want to do a fern vase.” Danny said. “That sounds pretty,” I said. Luckily after 30 years together we seldom make eye contact and he missed my sarcastically doubtful facial expression entirely.
First came the stage that I am oh so familiar with: Danny rolls out large slabs of clay which bear absolutely no resemblance to what he is apparently about to create. I smile understandingly – another facial gesture completely missed, by the way.
For the next four months he slowly carved it into being; most of the time keeping it wrapped. “Don’t want it to get too dry and crack” he said. If he would just look at me, he would realize I didn’t ask and really don’t care why.
When he finally unveiled it for the first time, declaring the piece finished, it was out of ribbon tight lips that I managed to squeak out a compliment.
Ain’t love grand?