Art and Life

This is a test. There's a new piece of art in our garden. It's big and the wind isn't likely to blow it over. Someone asked if it was a transmitter - jokingly, of course. I think I like it. I like art that pushes the envelope, except I never did like Dali. And I actually owned some of his prints for awhile. Wow, that was a mistake for me.

I think I'm getting positive feedback from the neighborhood, but you can never really tell what people think. I'm trying to grow into it. Mike and Therese muscled it up the stairs today, and told me the story of another they took up to a penthouse for some man. He lived in condos that had no freight elevator, so they were forced to push it up, head over heel, the many flights of the fire stairwell. It took 2 1/2 hours, and when they got it in place, Mike said that if the man didn't like it, they'd just throw it over the balcony.

I'm not throwing this one anywhere, partly because it's likely to impale someone. That would be messy.

I went from sculpture to theater today. Diane, Jillian and I went to see Chorus Line. It always amazes me how much stamina artists have. All artists. I suppose it's a hunger for their calling and a love of their art.

I think this is how we find our own callings in life. We look not only to what we love, but what gives us energy.