The wind would pick up and the next thing that happens is the line is wrapping around one of the legs that constantly needs to be undone and the wind is blowing it over.Read More
This idea of creating art is an idea that is terrifying and almost irrational as to the practicality of a stable life. The questions that abound are “Why would anyone want to buy this art, Why would anyone want to buy my art, What am I doing” I then thought of all my life’s work put into one building and that building burns to the ground or if everyone’s building burnt to the ground. It doesn’t matter that the art was accepted, appreciated, there is now a hole in the human experience and someone at that moment in time had something to say. When countries go to war the first thing they do is knock out the culture from that country that is being taken over. It is destroyed and lost to time. The fact that someone had something to say and put it out into the world is the shaping of the type of society in which they choose to live as by the means of the acceptance of ideas and aesthetic appeal. Everything is a fabrication from the buildings we live to the money we spend. The time in between is all there is to leave a mark. Even the health of a society is dictated by the celebration of its cultures and visuals to exemplify a thriving place to live and the art shapes that time as being the idea that this society isn’t so war torn or starving that folks can afford the idea of a few folks running around and pushing ideas in how the necessity of survival is not the top of the hierarchy of needs. Driving the long hours the other day “Death and art are eternal”.