Session 13: Bubble Wrap

Unwrap your creativity with this Endless Beautiful workshop!


  • Tennis Practice
  • Dali Museum
  • Ventilation Fan
  • Elevator and Doors
  • TF Green Parking Lot
  • Reciprocating Saw
  • Bubble Wrap

Lucas’s Result

The Little Things

Spring is coming. I think of middle school boys smoking rolled newspapers in the back shed and girls throwing rocks at each others heads. Warm plexiglass and the smell of smoldering leather and plastic in the backseat of a Cessna or a rusted out Nova.

Spring though. It feels good man. Little pieces of green, chewed up tennis balls from the neighbor’s gigantic Tibetan Mastiff. It could snap a giraffe’s legs if it wanted. According to your neighbor he’s a lover. A grizzly is a lover at some point and time, too. For twenty seconds, until it rips a family of deer in half. This is nature though. Just like the kids pretending to smoke weed out back.

I suppose everything knows Spring is coming in some respect. The hum of a train. A backseat of a car. A wooden post driven into the ground. The frost leaches a little less. Gives way. Even gives back a little that it took in the first place. Provides new ground for rot, decay, an old rancher to finally say fuck it, or a new one to want to tame a piece of the world and make it theirs.

Little things like fence posts matter. They add up. Slivers that had to be pulled with pocket knives eventually turn into bridges, and those bridges stand tall and long across raging rivers…until they don’t anymore.

I suppose Spring is a time to take a look at those bridges. Check for cracked rivets. Put the bad parts in your hands and crush it a bit. Throw it in the wind and downstream. Tell yourself that it didn’t matter. Or if it did, you have new wood to lay planks with.

Carolyn’s Result

Bigger Senses

Helicopters rumble a new dialect
in the language of birds.
Low wide sounds – closer to whale song,
the pops and cracks of radio,
radar, infrared. We endow
our new beasts with bigger senses.
What will they make of them?

Put your ear to the ground –
says my sister. You can feel
the train coming before you hear it.
The vibrations conducted more purely
through the solid earth than open air.
What signals do the rotifers take
from trainsong rushing past?

Once again, study is reduced to comparison.
Likeness. Do I like this?
Do I understand?
I stand under a tree.
The tree stands in the road.
A car is always going by.
Leaves stick to its tires, spinning, spinning.

I feel my pulse most
when I do not mean to.
Purposeful swishing behind my knees.
There is so much happening.
Of course. But its feels important
to say so.

-Carolyn Decker
Endless Beautiful Session 13