Belches

Time and time again strange words come of the television. Too painful to remember literally their their scope is; art is for lunatics and at best a hobby. Of no importance. Something marginal. No need to take seriously. Then, when we have a commemoration of something important we gather around a monument… A work of art! To center very important moments we human beings apparently need, literally, a piece of art. When we marry we give our beloved a ring. Things of beauty for important moments, our life is stacked with it. A city is not a good place to be without beauty, without theatre, without a music stage. Life without art is possible but, ouch, without joy. Hurray for art! Hurray for living life fully!

Remembering

Last weekend I was in London to put together a place of memory. Someone I love had lost the love of his life and in the United Kingdom, if you have permission of the landowner, you may put a grave on the land. I was asked to make a small cellar and the urn to be placed into this. I made different designs and made the urn chosen. The small cellar is made of Belgian Bluestone, like a puzzle fitting together so once placed, with the earth pushing from the sides, steady and remaining the right form. Over it a slab of the stone that forms the terrace nearby is placed. It was an important moment, placing the urn and closing the cellar. I was so honored I could make this for them. It gave me the chance to put my love for the two of them in.