May 30, 2019

I'll be seeing you

Back to Colorado.
First, Swanson Stone to resume the Cathedral job, then Marble for the sculptor's jamboree in July, and back to Denver and God for as long as I can take it.
So no more deep thoughts on bubbles until late November, unless the great bubble pops before that, in which case there's nothing for me to do in Denver when I'm as good as dead.
Be good.

May 17, 2019


Look at the ground.
Don't look at the dirt.
Look at a carving.
Don't look at the surface.

That's how to carve.

April 11, 2019

A meditation

A bubble in foam can only be partially perfect.  It may dream of the weightless sphere capable of an unencumbered flight a butterfly might envy, but that dream is unattainable, its form unsustainable.
To stone, we are but a bubble.  It has its own dream of what was, what is, what shall be.

April 7, 2019

A little joke

I want to be small
but I fear you might not see
how pretty I am.

April 6, 2019

Shape up or else

In the beginning was the point.  Without one there wouldn't be any.
This sculpture has none, which is just fine with the bubbles as they naturally abhor any point.
Well, I got into it with one of the bubbles I felt wasn't playing well with the others, and unleashed mass bubble-cide.  These things stick together and there was no stopping it once it began.
I can only hope I learned my lesson.