Here it is Iris! This painting is by Impressionist painter Berthe Morrisot, "La Hotte" 1885. I believe there are some artworks that give the viewer a much stronger atmospheric sense of being in an environment or place rather than as a depiction of an agglomeration of objects - illuminating rather than illustrating the world of experience.

Procrastination

I can feel the pulse of each heartbeat through the crater where my molar was four hours ago. This rhythmical throbbing pushes from below up and around the residual gum, circling it, then heading back down inside the hole where it pinches each time on the inner most edge. Two hours ago I was blissfully numb and didn’t have to worry so much about the coordination between not dislodging a putative blood clot forming in place of the former tooth roots and trying to swallow. Now I am acutely aware of just how numb I was as I swallow repeatedly the saliva that oozes out in response to the over-stimulation from pain, I presume, since there doesn’t seem to be much in the way of flavour. There does seem to be a kind of glow around the saliva soaked cotton gauze lump I have squished into the cavity that is reminiscent of a coolness still left by spearmint gum that has been chewed too long and thus expands my awareness of the space about a tooth wide on either side of the no-tooth and down into my jaw. From there the pain radiates to my chin, cheek, temple, ear and my right tonsil. I am due for another Tylenol 3. No matter how little respect I had for my former dentist as all dental work was accompanied by her continual banter with her dental assistant about American Idol and its ilk, I should have at least listened when she mentioned root canal.