When you have an imagination anything can happen. I poured cement into some plastic molds lined with plastic wrap and then iced it with stucco. The outdoor paint makes it part of the garden.
I am waiting for my granddaughter to wake up and try to blow out the candles. She just arrived from Alaska after all day on the airplane so they are all tired. I am up early and ready for the show. Grandmas are like that.
There are not very many grandmas who would bake a cement cake. I like to imagine a whole art gallery bakery full of donuts and other items all rock hard. Sometimes it is a curse to be so darn creative. I have a house full of fake things that are made to be outside. It is an obcession.
Originality has always been something I value. I also like Art that is happy and fun. I have been looking at the film that is causing all the riots and that kind of creativity is so negative. How could anyone create such a horrible piece of film?
It seems much kinder to make a cement birthday cake altho there are some sadistic elements there too. I can imagine how disappointed my granddaughter will be when she realizes it is not edible. At two years old that would be an important distinction. I think she will get the idea that some things are not as they seem in this world.
So I am taking my place in the world today as a dotty grandma who makes cement cakes. How can the people who made that film take any pride in what they did? How can those actors justify their performances? The whole story will come out as it always does and we will learn way too much about this film that has gone viral. It disturbed the peace of the world.
Make a wish and blow....I wish for a world free from religion.
What else would make this world a better place? Human decency and absence of fear would be a good start. The people who made that movie need to be brought out into the open and examined. Only with light can we balance out the darkness. I want to know everything about the decay of this organic realm. Maybe that is why I like my cement cake, it won't rot. It has hope.
Nothing lasts forever even a cement cake. Someday it will be gone back into the dust and inhaled by someone far in the future who will hopefully be living in a world that is more tolerant and loving. I hope my little granddaughter gets to see it but I think it will probably be her children's children who will wake up one morning after the deluge and see a rainbow. The hatred will be gone and we will finally know peace.