We build statues out of snow, and weep to see them melt.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
The art world is molting - some would say melting. Galleries are closing; museums are scaling back.
One cannot weep for the entire world, it is beyond human strength. One must choose.
Sculptures created from found materials like ice and thorns, driftwood, and even bleached kangaroo bones all presuppose that artistic design will yield to the cycles of time and climate, whether over an hour or a decade.
Death comes to all, but great achievements build a monument which shall endure until the sun grows cold.
I grew up thinking of snow as a luxury you visit.
There are as many pillows of illusion as flakes in a snow-storm. We wake from one dream into another dream.
When my journal appears, many statues must come down.
It's frightening and unnerving to watch a stone melt.
I hear that melting-pot stuff a lot, and all I can say is that we haven't melted.
When you think about it, we're strapping strange planks of wood to our feet and launching off of giant snow walls. It's pretty intense.