A prism is an object who’s sides are a crystalline body. These sides meet at the edges forming a prism.
Inside of this 54″x9″x9″ wood sculpture are mirrors that span 48″ in height forming the parallelograms of the prism.
Mirrors reflect the image of the white enameled wood sculpture in contrast to its black enameled wood enclosure.
When viewing the sculpture from overhead there is an opening directly in the center creating an overhead view.
This overhead view creates five different views of the sculpture in one view. It makes it possible to see the entire work in the round in one view..
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In days of youthful grand ambition, aspiring to be a big fish in the world of oceans is a difficult swim upstream.
Only a small few make the swim to the top of oceans blue.
I have learned its not about being the biggest fish in the ocean. Sometimes its better to be simply, a big fish in a small lake.
In the river of life, its just fine to be a small fish in a little pond.
For life is about the impact you make on others, be it only one person, two hundred people or three million people.
In the river of life its not the size of the fish or the depth of the lake, but rather the wake you leave behind, in the river of life.
just a few quick scratches for fun……But,,,
it has made me think that after more than a decade absent from sculpture……?
I am thinking that I may begin to sculpt in wood again,
I guess it could be that mystical cat karma///
time will tell
They say a picture tells a thousand words.
I am not always convinced that’s true.
Some pictures tell a tale of 693 pages like a novel of classic literature.
Some pictures say nothing at all.
However the art of words does possess its own charismatic allure.
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blogs displaying views of isolated images of paintings, wood sculpture and a diverse grouping of words.
I call it expression, free verse poetry, but its all art, and it tells a story in book form.
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A steamy mist appears, floating like a gentle fog rising from the cooled surface of a path to anywhere.
Like mystic fog on black top now darkened by the refreshing afternoon shower.
Green leaf gently whispers in the cool of moistures air
A steamy street cooled by summers glistening raindrops evaporating on the boulevard.
A path to anywhere in search of summer’s promise.
Ice cubes coming out of the freezer steam as they are enclosed by the warmth of summer’s air.
A glass half full sweating with moisture, the condensation anticipation of summer’s promise.
A front porch view of the world your glass full of summer’s promise.
The protective coated nonstick pan shields the steel from the man.
Like computer monitors dropping dimes, we sometimes wakeup to twisted lives.
Along the freeway of life I slow my car to view an accident like the rubberneckers all in row.
Glancing, coasting by, realizing it was me facedown on the protective coated asphalt land.
Moisture drips from my brow, sizzles as it hits the asphalt frying pan.
Sleepless days and restless nights how did I get to the place where the Salvation Army met Godwill?
Left alone to contemplate computer monitor separates.
Allegations of isolation frying in a nonstick pan.
Enigma under the bed again, it’s just another giant hand rocking the bed in twitter land.