Old Man balancing burden.

A companion piece to the Old man burden in the previous blog. I am moving towards creating 16 figures that are carrying things. These will then be laid out on a grid probably at floor height. To be shown for the first time at Phoenix Brighton Open studios on May 19 and 20th.

old man burden

Part of a larger piece that I intend to show in the Phoenix Open weekend. Lots of little figures carrying things.

Landscape Pillar reworked

In retrospect the piece needed a a bit more time to develop.

Through a glass darkly.

"Nothing is small and nothing is large. We carry worlds inside us. The small is part of the large and the large of the small. A drop of blood is an entire world with its own sun and planets. The sea is but a drop of water from a tiny part of the body."

Edvard Munch.

Fragments of glass that turn into sand and then fuse back together into glass. Energy joins.

landscape walking

I am in the process of making a large scale version of this one that I will be taking back into the landscape and walking with it.

Landscape pillar

In the British landscape tradition....maybe.

"I think that could go back to the time when people had to live in small groups of relatives-maybe 50 or 100 people at the most. And evolution or God or whatever arranged things genetically, to keep the little families going, to cheer them up, so that they could all have somebody to tell stories around the campfire at night and somebody else to paint pictures on the walls of the caves, and somebody else who wasn't afraid of anything and so on.

That's what I think. And of course a scheme like that doesn't make sense anymore, because simply moderate giftedness has been made worthless by the printing press and radio and television and satellites and all that. A moderately gifted person who would have been a community treasure a 1000 years ago has to give up, has to go into some other kind of work, since modern communications put him or her into daily competition with nothing but world's champions.

The entire planet can get along nicely now with maybe a dozen champion performers in each of human giftedness. A moderately gifted person has to keep his or her gifts all bottled up until, in a manner of speaking, he or she gets drunk at a wedding and tap dances on the coffee table like Fred Astaire or Ginger Rogers. We call him or her an "exhibitionist".

How do we reward such an exhibitionist? We say to him or her the next morning, 'Wow! Were you ever drunk last night!' ".

Kurt Vonnegut - Bluebeard.

Cosmic cup sculpture

I suppose this is about as literal as I am going to get. Molecules, atoms, particles, all there. Apparently particles pass through us all the time and carry on to wherever they are going to end up. It kind of changes the way that you look at anything really.