Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Math and Me
Until you weren't. Then I actually liked you, a little. You definitely grew on me and when I could learn more about you on MY terms, you didn't seem so bad at all. All the heartache drifted away when I bought my own workbook in my 30s and rediscovered you in my own way. I am very happy to say that sometimes I actually get you.
Through our tumultuous relationship, I always wanted to understand what you had to say. Why did you have to be so cryptic? Yet you continued to reel me in with your sexy curves and matter-of-fact lines, your ability to be acute AND obtuse, and your logic. I'm glad I gave you a chance.
Now, almost 30 years later, we're stronger than ever. I respect you more than ever (Brian has a lot to do with that). I may rely on you for different reasons but you allow me to use you for art's sake, and that's quite a sacrifice for someone who always has to be right. I love that I can take your books and use them at will, and I'll never forget you for it.
Thanks to you, my collages look more put-together. Thank you, Math, for coming through for me when I needed you most.