I sit perched on a shadow ladder with my bald head’s roundness echoed in the two wood forms of the emerging sculpture ‘Dehiscence’.
While mysteriously floating above the gravity filled activity of literally carving a material object, metaphorically speaking, the “truthful lie” of this photo says a lot.
Dehiscence: the bursting open of anything to discharge their mature contents.
My body is physically degrading with each passing day (I’m due to go into surgery mid-August), but the fruits of many years experience in life — especially at Windgrove — has me bursting with ideas.
I am at the peak of my creative life and, therefore, it behoves me to rise above any physical limitations in order to make manifest these objects that have gestated for so long within me. Can you see the crack in my head?
The sculpture itself has a seed (a stone; not shown) bursting from fleshy fruit that is itself encased in a cracking hardened shell. This main form will sit on top of a smaller emergent seed form (shown on left).
There are many days left in the detailing of this sculpture, but I do so love the setting of where I float and carve. Imagine yourself, dear reader, looking out from an “office window” of such grandeur.
And yes, I do occasionally get off my high horse to have a pee and perform the many other duties of a very mortal man.
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I read the other day that ‘change’ is better seen as a constant process of transformation. Sometimes smooth and predictable, sometimes violent and destructive. As far as our little island is concerned, maybe the many decades of complete ecosystem destruction will one day come to an end, making way for a more ‘shared’ vision for this place we call home. Who knows maybe our grandkids will once again be able to drink from the edge of a stream. Seems reasonable to expect, right? At the same time, I’m looking out the window at the monsoon rains bucketing down, wondering how much radiation will seep into my flesh on the bike today should I be unlucky. Another thought no one should have to think about. Many thanks for planting the seeds of transformation in your daily life and work. Peace and good bowel movements to you. Glenn