My first eraser set came in a tiny Hello Kitty package when I was four or five years old in 1975 (back when Hello Kitty was new and happily bizarre). I've long since lost that little set but when I started working at CNM years ago I had too much desk space and went on a eraser collecting binge.
Sadly, my collection is crammed into my home office.
Back at CNM I also started an Eraser Manifesto which became a poem earlier this year.
The Prompt: Lessons
This week's prompt:
"Only the hand that erases can write the true thing."
- Meister Eckhart
First task is to sit for a meditation on that for 5-10 minutes or however long you feel is good to you.
...inspired by my drawing (it's a vinyl record, but it looks more like a boob to me):
Scratches of memory
Harsh runs the eraser
Thinning the ink trees
This is true with cleaning the house, cleaning your head, cleaning your writing and gardening: the art of taking something out is painful but makes a beautiful thing. It's a fine balance to learn how not to erase too much but also to take out just enough. It's fun to practice.
An eraser is a symbol as much as a pen or pencil of creativity and balance.
I need to take this lesson and thin out an eraser collection, eh?
What do you think?