“When you’re up to your ass in crocodiles it’s hard to think about draining the swamp.”
Can you see in the middle of the above photo the notched bit of wood that is my next sculpture ‘Belly Buttons’? If so, I’m glad you can because I haven’t seen it in several months.
Littered across the front of the sculpture is the detritus of the many other jobs that have taken me out of the studio.
And still to come (as visible in this photo): #1 — reworking the Denmark sculpture ‘Buddha Beads’ presently under a large grey tarp in order to install it somewhere on the land. #2 — two stacks of wood delivered last week for two separate projects: posts for the Gaia Walk and boards to replace rotting decks, and, #3 in the foreground, over 100 star pickets and enough fencing material (300 meters) to surround the three dams that comprise the Peace Garden as required for public liability insurance.
My friend Paulus chided me a few months ago by saying, after I told him about the Middle Garden Project I was constructing, “Why aren’t you making art?”
Yes, indeed. But the question could be asked: “Is the making of art necessarily confined to one’s studio?”.
All I have to do is look at a page out of Leonardo da Vinci’s notebooks to feel assured that I’m being creative. I mean, Leonardo had several ideas/projects going on at once and no one ever chided him for rarely finishing anything other than a few wonderful paintings. No one ever thought he was wasting his time on irrelevant projects.
To Leonardo, everything — no matter how mundane — could be looked upon with an artistic eye and scientific curiosity.