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.

April 5, 2019


These bubbles will never be finished, but at some point I will.  Defeated by implacable perfection.
This is a good thing.

March 28, 2019


A bit back you may have read some faux-fuss on the unpoppability of stone bubbles.  
Well, they can pop.
*When the bubble-edge contour line lies parallel to stone bedding, some bubble-like behavior may be observed (i.e. popping).
And when that happens, it takes out all proximate bubbles.  Like I say, they need each other to exist.
Damage control begs the question: How, exactly, do you control damage?  It will control you until you're back in control, right?