It’s a draggingfly. No, a dragonfly.
This is a tiny etching, 1.5 by 2 inches. The title is “For Temp”. This is number 27 out of an edition of 35. The plate needs to be reinked for each one and run through the press. Diddly, as my mother would say.
Temp is Fred Temple Burling, my mother’s father. He made a dragonfly sign for his name, since you can see a T, an F and a B in the shape of the dragonfly. My grandparents had a potter’s wheel in the basement and made some beautiful pottery. I have a few pieces. My mother did pottery as well later in her career.
Let’s see, is dragging evil? Sometimes people complain that others are dragging them down. But I remember a counselor saying to me, why are you responsible or affected by your husband’s moods? They are his. You do not have to fix them or leave the room. I thought, oh, that is true though at first it was quite difficult.
And what about dragging in drag racing? Some people may be very much for dragging.
I am still a little stiff today, since stiff muscles normally last about 48 hours after we’ve overused them. It feels like normal muscle stiffness, not like my post pneumonia chronic fatigue weirdness. That muscle fatigue starts when you use the muscles and it feels very painful and like they just don’t work. Then they feel dead for a while. It is very peculiar and hard to describe.
I have to keep relearning this, ” why are you responsible or affected by your husband’s moods? They are his…” These etchings are lovely — we have (well the town of Creede has) a contest and show every year of tiny prints like this. Little worlds.
Difficult, isn’t it?
Yep. If someone puts something on me, I think it’s my job. 🤣
That little etching is beautiful. I went to a gallery showing where an entire wall was filled with etchings of this size. Fascinating!