Double, double toil and trouble; Fire, burn and caldron bubble.
A Chinese lady came up to me in the Union Square market last Monday morning, pointed down and asked, in broken English, how much? I don’t have a clue what gave her the idea I worked at this particular kiosk at the market, but it gave me pause to look down at a group of pumpkins with long, wild stems, as if they had been torn off the vine instead of cut. No prices.
Now, I wanted to know, too. How much? They were two bucks apiece. I took the three most interesting stems (almost more important than the pumpkins themselves) and bagged them so the stems didn’t break on the way back to the studio. Then, I stopped and told the lady how much they were, but she looked at me in a funny kind of way – I don’t think she understood me or, maybe she’d already gotten over her pumpkin jones.
Vicki says these pumpkins remind her of Shakespeare’s witches in Macbeth.
A dark Cave. In the middle, a Caldron boiling. Thunder. (Shakespeare)
Happy Halloween. (Not Shakespeare )
