Object permanence
An artist is supposed to leave his mark. Perhaps not musical artists but there are other mediums. So I spent some time considering what I had available to me in the short term. Near the top of the pile was the idea of being a sculptor. There was a lovely block of cheddar in the fridge but I quickly realized that my art might fall victim to a passing rodent or dog or someone on a midnight raid in that same refrigerator. So I looked outside. Right now we have some snow although the rain is doing its best effort true move any traces. I considered going down to the beach where there are literally tons of sand available I have worked with sand before. I built a couple of castles in my youth but the problem with sand is that wind and waves tend to destroy what man has put into place. Up the road, in a field, there were blocks of stone. On closer inspection I notice that people had already engraved their names into the surface. A way of showing ownership I imagine. I could gather rocks along the beach to make, I don’t know, a hammer or an axe. Like I saw in a museum. Or I could go online in order a large piece of again I don’t know marble or granite but that invites hours and hours and hours of physical effort to create whatever. Yes, I know some artists will tell you the object is hidden inside the stone but I do not have the patience to search for anything. I will probably go back to the refrigerator, cheese did look good. I mean all the parts I don’t use in my sculpture can serve as supper. I just need to read a bit more about the imagined permanence of cheese. The life of an artist. Especially one with virtually no experience.
