Paul J Penton – Songwriter

Scissors- Daily Object Writing Aug 27

Cutting paper, cutting cloth, snipping their way across a page or a dress pattern; a pair of scissors but why a pair? Is it the resemblance to a pair of Marylin Monroe or or Betty Grable legs walking across the page in shining beauty, in silvered abstraction? With those big Milliners scissors in my hand I feel as if they’re eating up the cloth, tasting it sailing through the materials like a speedboat on a lake, easy, graceful leaving behind a wake, a rip in the fabric of time and space. The disturbed universe of cloth is ruptured for ever to be sown or stapled back into reality at a later time. Following the pattern laid down by the maker.

Do we have one – a pattern for our lives? Do we scissor our way through life guided by the fateful hand of a creator beyond our imaginings? Used to think so, used to be fatal in that way, now each day is a new pattern ready to be shaped and woven by conscious choices and desires that taste as sweet as afternoon tea. Sweet lamington ideas and ideals, that flow into buttered scone thoughts that float on cloudy scenes in my 3rd eye – driving me toward accomplishment. Sculpting and moulding each hour cutting my own pattern and cloth. My mind and vision supplying the motive force to make me cut a swathe through the strange designs that life throws at me. The challenges of shaping and forming the raw materials into something cohesive and understandable, like being in school, with bottles of sticky clag and coloured paper and shapes. The glue getting stuck to fingers in transparent rubbery globs that crystalise. That are picked off later in the day like scabs you get after falling off your bike………