R.I.P. (in)CONSEQUENTIAL and From the Ground, Up.

After a longer than anticipated run, and after being vandalized and re-installed not once but twice, my two sculptures (in)CONSEQUENTIAL and From the Ground, Up, nestled in the Blue Heron Nature Preserve in Atlanta (Buckhead neighborhood) from May until last Saturday, have departed for art heaven. 

A Tree Grows Through It

A Tree Grows Through It

I wish I could have left them longer, vandalization notwithstanding. Nature was just beginning to take over.

What can be deadly can also be lovely. Mold was beginning to transform the surface, creating new textures, colors and patterns. 

What can be deadly can also be lovely. Mold was beginning to transform the surface, creating new textures, colors and patterns. 

I am reminded of our finite time here as I look at these photos. How quickly we can be subsumed. Lately, my days and nights are filled with thoughts of my finite time here, how much art I have in me, how I will never realize all of those visions and wondrous worlds. I set out to donate these sculptures to nature, on loan for a brief time, so we could become partners in a shared experience. I must be satisfied with that. Only that.

At the start of this project a friend asked me how I could possibly put such beautiful pieces outdoors and in the process, destroy them? I must admit that it was only briefly, as I packed them up for their final resting place, that I confronted some conflicted emotions about what I had done. But, deeply and decisively, I knew it was the right thing to do. So many people and dogs enjoyed those sculptures, individuals who might never have seen them otherwise. That is my desire. To touch someone for a moment in time and give them something they can feel. Figuratively AND tactilely. 

To the individuals who twice tossed my sculpture into the woods....I hope that for just one second you thought, "cool!" before throwing your head back, roaring into the night and scattering my ashes to the wind.