The Power of Refusal

ceramic sculpture, 4x3x1/4″


The above was the title of the recent T MAGAZINE in the Sunday New York Times.


The theme seems obvious.

Years and years ago I worked in a very upscale furniture store called ROCHE BOBOIS.

This was situated in a suburb of Detroit.

Super Fly -type guys came in with their long black leathers and shades and scary countenance.

They opened their coat and pulled out rolls of dirty cash to pay for their tasteful purchases.

It scared me; this nonchalance about such luxury for show.

They didn’t used to have the means but now they did and by God they were gonna make sure we all knew it.

Gimme gimme…

I wasn’t much better in those days. Less dangerous perhaps.

I wanted you to see who I WAS by the clothes I wore, company I kept, where I lived, names I knew and spewed.

My home is white now.

I live alone by choice.

I eat simply. Have no idea who those faces are in magazines and suffer feeling ill-informed some days.. Love silence.

I’ve saved a few pieces of art which still move me.

My life feels far more richly textured than ever.

The luxuries of time, quiet, peace are my take-aways

From saying no to the ferocious and fast lane.


2 Responses to “The Power of Refusal”

  1. gerry harty on October 9th, 2014

    Cathy we must be twins!…I am in the same exact place and it’s peaceful and quiet and I love every minute of it!…thank you for putting it into words as only you can do xoxo gerry

  2. Alexandra Eldridge on October 9th, 2014

    You are BEAUTIFUL!

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