Winter Solstice Waiting
       
     
 An arc within the suspense of another arc, within acontinual perpetuation of time and alignment from light to shadow to body;  Winter Solstice Waiting  marks time and marks our attempt to gauge time. Demarcating the ephemeral passage of sunlight from East to West by physicality and shadow, or from the dark of winter to the light of summer, or possibly the passage of life to death, to life again, Winter Solstice marks a spiritual space of reflection toward time past and the light of new, unseen.  In time, nothing is still. Ruin and entropy are fundamental properties of things constructed. In winter and in silence, time is amplified. Things left behind, the debris of human activity, are artifacts telling stories of ourselves.  We perceive stainless steel as stainless because of what it is not. Stainless is in a state of suspense or waiting. Before light’s presence can be felt, light’s absence must be reckoned with, and absence is the first genius of new ideas. Most of contemporary (developed) society is pacified by a state of waiting. Waiting for money, waiting to buy, waiting to sell, waiting for the bus, or waiting for Godot. The past and the future are comfortable illusions of our consciousness. The present is always less than we imagine it could be, and this awareness shapes human experience. 
       
     
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Winter Solstice Waiting

Steel sheet and stainless steel, 94” x 52” x 38," 2011.

 An arc within the suspense of another arc, within acontinual perpetuation of time and alignment from light to shadow to body;  Winter Solstice Waiting  marks time and marks our attempt to gauge time. Demarcating the ephemeral passage of sunlight from East to West by physicality and shadow, or from the dark of winter to the light of summer, or possibly the passage of life to death, to life again, Winter Solstice marks a spiritual space of reflection toward time past and the light of new, unseen.  In time, nothing is still. Ruin and entropy are fundamental properties of things constructed. In winter and in silence, time is amplified. Things left behind, the debris of human activity, are artifacts telling stories of ourselves.  We perceive stainless steel as stainless because of what it is not. Stainless is in a state of suspense or waiting. Before light’s presence can be felt, light’s absence must be reckoned with, and absence is the first genius of new ideas. Most of contemporary (developed) society is pacified by a state of waiting. Waiting for money, waiting to buy, waiting to sell, waiting for the bus, or waiting for Godot. The past and the future are comfortable illusions of our consciousness. The present is always less than we imagine it could be, and this awareness shapes human experience. 
       
     

An arc within the suspense of another arc, within acontinual perpetuation of time and alignment from light to shadow to body; Winter Solstice Waiting marks time and marks our attempt to gauge time. Demarcating the ephemeral passage of sunlight from East to West by physicality and shadow, or from the dark of winter to the light of summer, or possibly the passage of life to death, to life again, Winter Solstice marks a spiritual space of reflection toward time past and the light of new, unseen.

In time, nothing is still. Ruin and entropy are fundamental properties of things constructed. In winter and in silence, time is amplified. Things left behind, the debris of human activity, are artifacts telling stories of ourselves.

We perceive stainless steel as stainless because of what it is not. Stainless is in a state of suspense or waiting. Before light’s presence can be felt, light’s absence must be reckoned with, and absence is the first genius of new ideas. Most of contemporary (developed) society is pacified by a state of waiting. Waiting for money, waiting to buy, waiting to sell, waiting for the bus, or waiting for Godot. The past and the future are comfortable illusions of our consciousness. The present is always less than we imagine it could be, and this awareness shapes human experience. 

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