i’ve been tisked at by guards in museums. not for touching the fabled works of art, but for getting too close.
i know i’m not supposed to touch things, so that’s why i’m leaning in or peering closely at an angle. because there’s an urge to feel the uneven daubs of paint, the smooth marble or the aged wood. but i know that’s not allowed, so i get close and try to see the peaks and valley and grains.
i couldn’t help but disagree with my husbands recent observation that glass isn’t very tactile. yes, you expect it to be smooth and cool, but it doesn’t have to be. and when you make it yourself, it’s definitely okay to touch.
to feel where the colors blend.
or the tool left its mark.