drove my little sister and her friends to the beach on the 22nd, figured I’d rather drive than my crazy mother (love you, mom). once I got there, I was feeling pretty casual, not really ambitious to try anything extreme. the shelter was still standing, albeit a little less steady than when I had finished. a couple of kids had told me they had come up from above and behind it and walked on it, not realizing that there was nothing beneath them till they were looking over the edge. that freaked me out a little, considering how it was starting to come apart. the column was still firm, however, so I let it go.
after this I just walked around the beach a little and figured I give the single stone balancing act a shot; wasn’t overly impressed with my own results, but it was an enjoyable process. I guess the reason I’m not a huge fan of the single stack is that there’s no form beyond the rocks you choose, not much over-all form; the gravitational center is all that matters.
after that, I was thinking about how everyone always asks me, “so, what’s this for? what does it do?” I think this question is kind of dumb, because all my work tends to do is EXIST. I am creating it precisely because it HAS no function beyond allowing me to think as I put things together. if you are patient and attentive, it’s very hard to fail at sculpture; you just listen to your materials and do what feels “right.” I guess this viewpoint proves how amateur I am, how far I am from real artistry. in response to this, I made the antithesis of my usual work, that somehow fails entirely to be “art” or “design.” I made a chair.
ramshackle and idiosyncratic, it sprang from the rock upon which I sat at the beginning of my visit and the log I tripped over first. the log had a pleasant curve like an armrest and the rock itself was fairly comfortable, so I figured, why not? I merely improved the seat that was already there. I was surprised when it turned out to be fairly comfortable! my little brother didn’t believe me, so I asked him to take a seat; he had to admit I was right. I convinced him to stay still while I got a couple shots.
the “armrest” log ended up being more of a back, so I had to make a second, lower armrest out of rock. considering that the boulder itself is below high tide, I wonder if the log floated away when the tide changed….
the seat was close by to the single stack; I joked to my brother that we should make it taller and add a mechanism to allow us to drop it on whoever sat in the chair – a comfortable seat becomes a potentially deadly trap. we decided it wasn’t the best idea, considering how I had already made a dangerous shelter that could kill whoever sat under it next. all in all, a relaxing day – my brother also made fun of me for making a chair to relax in, but leaving as soon as I finished it. I guess that’s just the way things are.
final note: a woman named gretchen sent me two things: some pictures of my first stack this season (the jabba-the-hutt type wall seen below), and a link to the give your sole charity. take a look at both! (thanks, gretchen!)