Daddy, Went by To see you and mama last week. It was kinda a hot day. Use to like the summer back when I was growing up. Those were differnt kind of days it seem. Maybe it did,nt get that hot back in the 60's when we were all there at Meadowview Drive. Or I guess maybe I was young and strong. And it did'nt bother me. You were never outside much back then. You always love to wacth T.V. I,ll bet your doing that right now. You could wacth anything that would come on. You and that old 17" black and white T.V. Sitting in that black chair with a pack of cigerates on the table beside you. Man you knew what like was all about. While other men were out cutting glass or working on thier car. Or trying to build somthing. There you sit. The old T.V. only had 3 channels. I guess you wacth them all. I don,t wacth T.V. I don,t do anything but work. I.m never in the house much. Seems like thier,s always somthing that needs done. Sometimes I,ll be sitting in my work shop and wish that you would walk up to the door and say we need to go. I would would lay down everything and leave with you. But they are people here that need me around I guess. So I would'nt want to go. You know how it is. I been doing a lot of painting latey. Don,t really why. I anit much of a painter. Guess maybe I need to say some things. Sculpture take a while. And I don,t know how much of a while I,ve got. I put some real flowers on your grave. And Mama, Rosemary, Grandmama and angelia. I don,t like the flowers that people make. I like to put real flowers on graves. God made them. And they are from my heart. Maybe you did,nt think your boy had a heart. God made one for me, It just took him a while to put it in my chest. Well, need to go now. Glorias home. The kids will soon be here. Need to go downstairs and hide. Tell everybody I love them. And perhaps we can all sit down at the supper table one day.
Perfection is what drives an artist.
The inability to achieve perfection is what creates a work of art.
John A. Barandon http://steelbronze.vpweb.com