The notion of a transfer grill that moves air from one room to another allows sound to transfer. Telephone conversations, mutterings, secrets…
The furniture waste is two TV trays and the remains of an old wooden chair.
The production of monolith casting boxes is currently in active mode. 11 boxes lie waiting for final touches before casting in concrete. These are the chosen monoliths out of the couple-dozen sketch ideas. Two boxes remain – big ones – that are potentially part of this casting series. These will need some thought about their nature. For one thing, the size will create great weight. For another, it will make these more likely to crack.
Glass continues in a motif of the monolith. Our postmodern, unprivate existence is characterized by wide expanses of glass. In the monolith, bits of glass will be visible.
The monoliths suggest components of a city.
- A studio, for a writer of neither fiction nor nonfiction.
- A Baltic ship mechanic’s office near the gray-green wharf.
- A temple from a lost mexo-polynesian culture, with an associated petroglyph.
- A loft space, converted into a cottage industry, only partially successful.
- A retired ski waxer’s shed.
- Village of the Third Incan rebellion.
And so on. Each monolith is created from concrete, and is decidedly twenty-first century. These items could not be of any other time, of course. There will be more:
- An industrial mandala
- Skyscraper tombs
- Terra cotta street intersections.
I did a few extemporaenously – that is, there was no predecessor sketch. These remain in a Heisenberg-like uncertainty state until they are uncorked from their forms, and then the names will come.