{"id":125,"date":"2022-09-10T20:48:39","date_gmt":"2022-09-11T03:48:39","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/dekonstruktr.com\/tidepools\/?post_type=writing&#038;p=125"},"modified":"2022-10-09T14:04:46","modified_gmt":"2022-10-09T21:04:46","slug":"my-life-as-a-pencil-decompression","status":"publish","type":"writing","link":"https:\/\/dekonstruktr.com\/tidepools\/writing\/my-life-as-a-pencil-decompression\/","title":{"rendered":"My Life as a Pencil: Decompression"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Do I dread the sound of the sharpener ?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Or revel in its turning, twisting and shaving away my cedarwood encasement ?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">A terrifying vibration and I am pointed, precise, prepared at the whim of the one holding me. A little exposed and vulnerable to pressures, my appearance is a delight to my master.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">You might see the writing on my edges and the mustard yellow of my outer surface, my skin, and think of me as bright and sunny in disposition. but inside I am dark, 6B dark at my core.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Soft and buttery traces I leave when pressed upon and moved in contact with another surface. Most often I travel across thick papers, smooth and rough. Drawn (pun intended) across fine art paper that is archival, bumpy and rhythmic is a particularly exhilerating sensation. Feeling the shedding of my graphite charcoal body I am at once melancholy and elated, for this moment will never repeat, my molecules will not rest together in a finite space again. I dance the part of the follow to the grasp of the hand who leads me, to the music of the surfaces I glide along.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Without the hand that warms, shapes, turns, sharpens, holds \u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">what would I be ? Minute pieces of me are scattered throughout journals, the memories of each sketch, pattern, tracing, etched in these remaining fibres. I sense eternity in where I am and where I am going next.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sometimes I consider where I might have come from, and how I came to be. I have heard whispers from my core that I am made of ancient compressed and fire-blackened substances.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">How many hands have carried, turned and shifted materials to bring me to creation? There are others like me. I thought you would like to know.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","meta":[],"genre":[26],"year":[44],"class_list":["post-125","writing","type-writing","status-publish","hentry","genre-writing","year-44"],"acf":{"contributor":"Zoe Maceoghain","bio":"Nature and music lover, sometime circus freak, cat mum, OG punk, loves to laugh and support everyone\u2019s adventures while on this galactic ride.","text":"","contributor_page":null},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/dekonstruktr.com\/tidepools\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/writing\/125","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/dekonstruktr.com\/tidepools\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/writing"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/dekonstruktr.com\/tidepools\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/writing"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/dekonstruktr.com\/tidepools\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=125"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"genre","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dekonstruktr.com\/tidepools\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/genre?post=125"},{"taxonomy":"year","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dekonstruktr.com\/tidepools\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/year?post=125"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}