Then end of June already. So the days are getting shorter again. Humm. I have an outing today with my foster granddaughter, and we may swim or we may go to a museum. I think the later is wiser, but we'll see what she thinks. I was remembering last night how much I enjoyed a recent visit to a museum with my friend, and the humongous Richard Serra sculpture outside that we walked through like a maze. It evoked almost every emotion: awe, fear, claustrophobia, protection, wanting to touch, endlessness. It is a very powerful piece of art. And we also saw an Andy Goldsworthy stone wall outside away from the museum, sunken in the earth like a snake in a dry creekbed. It seemed like an archeological dig, and as if the spine of a large ancient being was revealed. Those two pieces have really stuck in my mind since.
The one owes nothing to landscape - it makes it's own. The other owes everything. The highly artificial, made of steel, and the highly organic. Each with a special beauty all it's own. Conceptually, I prefer Goldsworthy, but the daring and imposition of the Serra is admirable, too. Luckily, both exist in the world.
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