After a scary bee yesterday, I thought I would try something with a lot more color. Thinking of something that might have more color I started thinking about marbles because I think marbles are just really pretty and cool. So I tried to doodlewash them.
According to Philippe they could use more caustic light, but since I didn’t even know what that was I simply ignored what I assumed was a caustic comment. For some reason it never occurred to me that attempting to make marbles was going to make me attempt to paint glass for the first time ever.
I was fascinated with marbles growing up. There was just something so cool about them. They were like little miniature worlds sparkling with mysteries. I never played a game of marbles, I just liked to look at them and roll them around. Playing the game was too much about shooting precision and not enough about admiring marbles.
Perpetual motion intrigues me and I used to build elaborate contraptions to create my own marble drops. My initial inspiration was a game called Mousetrap where a single marble journeys through a Rube Goldberg contraption before finally triggering a little cage to fall. I didn’t care for the game and found it boring, but the pieces were perfect for my little marble motion experiments.
Many toilet paper tubes were added next, along with other random household items to create my Magnificent Marble Machines! At least that’s what I named them. Apparently I was favoring function over form at the time as the machines themselves looked less magnificent and more like someone had just set off a bomb in a bathroom.
Nothing was immune from my marble madness! Once, friends had brought my mother back a large conch shell from their recent beach trip with the usual quip, “hold it up to your ear and you can hear the ocean!” I noticed it had a tiny hole and spiral interior, so I stole a “tiny marble” from a pellet gun and dropped it inside. I thought it would spin through and come back out. But it never did. When my mother reached for her prized shell to listen to the sound of calm, relaxing waves, she was now always greeted with a tiny drum roll.
It strikes me as odd that I would be mesmerized by perpetual motion when even the mildest of repetitive tasks makes me want to jump out of a window. I think it was more about inventing something brand new that the world had never seen before – though I’m not sure the world was ready for my genius at the time. But I was happy in my own miniature world where I was a successful inventor, and all I needed was a little creativity and my magnificent marbles.Recommend0 recommendationsPublished in