December 6, 2019

Goodby to Our Lady

After six months in Colorado, I hope I have enough to make it through another year if the creek don't rise.  I feel blessed that God apparently likes to hang in old stone piles.

It will take some time for me to resume the tale of the shop, but for now, I'm just glad to be back.

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.