The Dream Maker, Part Two

A little sushi, ginger pickled beets and some sake.  That would set her straight.

After feeding her growling stomach, she felt the migraine melt away until it was just a regular pounding blinding headache.  A second cup of sake and the headache diminished to a roar, she was at least able to think.

This was not the first time Mary Lou had lost time working with clay.  But even then, with time flying by, she was aware while working on a project.  The total loss of time and memory had only happened once before and was also followed by the intense migraine.

That project was again something she created from a dream.  At first she was unable to figure out what it was.  A square piece of pottery and the small pile of clay balls wrapped twice in delicate tissue paper.

She was compelled that first time to blow gently into the square, her breath making a soft “haaaaaa” sound.  Nine clay balls had been dropped into the square and with a second whispered “haaaaaa” she sealed the square.   As she made several small holes to the bottom of the square it was then she realized what she had created.

A rattle.  But why?

The impressions she made on that square rattle were done with a hard rubber stamp.  A stamp she had never seen before and none of the other potters in the studio had either.

When it came time to glaze the piece she was drawn to cooling and calming colors, shades of blue and green.

The piece had disappeared one night from the studio. No other art had ever been taken before or since but May Lou was too relieved to have it gone to make an issue of the disappearance.

It was what she has learned since that has made her creation of the new rattle comforting rather than alarming.

She smiled again, a bonus was that she could now put off making that teapot for Dennis.   This tube rattle had a sense of urgency that couldn’t be ignored.

 

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