The word of the week is:
An arrangement of shapes closely fitted together, especially of polygons in a repeated pattern without gaps or overlapping.
Here is an example from Midsummer Mobile by Sylvia Plath
Begin by dipping your brush into clear light.
Then syncopate a sky of Dufy-blue
With tilted spars of sloops revolved by white
Gulls in a feathered fugue of wings. Outdo
Seurat: fleck schooner flanks with sun and set
A tremolo of turquoise quivering in
The tessellated wave. Now nimbly let
A tinsel pizzicato on fish fin
Be plucked from caves of dappled amber where
A mermaid odalisque lolls at her ease
With orange scallops tangled in wet hair,
Fresh from the mellow palette of Matisse:
Suspend this day, so singularly designed,
Like a rare Calder mobile in your mind.
Write for five minutes, using the word “tessellation” as frequently as you can. When you’re finished, post your practice in the comments section.
Also, extra credit if you use the word of the week in your daily practice!
Jackson and Cindy were like a tessellated octagon and square. On the surface they were chalk and cheese, you’ve heard all the “Romeo and Juliet” stories, they were living proof. The hoops they had to jump through to be together, were straight out of a romance novel. And yet here they were in their midlife empty nest staring at each other over a vacuous space that was their dining room table.
“Remember when …?” Cindy started.
“Yeah, for sure,” Jackson completed.
They ate in silence in the week, come the weekend though when children and grandchildren invaded there were smiles and joy extruded from their souls. When did the rot set in to this tessellated couple? When did they stop touching as much, talking as much and spending as much time with each other? Was it empty nest syndrome or something more sinister?
When a tessellation that fits one mosaic discovers it can dance in another quarter and chooses to do so, the original pattern can seem passé, dull and beyond yawning. They are not quite gone and yet not quite there either. A foot in both camps, Jackson’s father would say. This particular tessellation is going to shatter into a zillion pieces with the arrival of a young odalisque, a baby and some juxtaposing pointillist paintings.