I want to age like sea glass. Smoothed by tides, but not broken. I want my hard edges to soften. I want to ride the waves and go with the flow. I want to catch a wave and let it carry me to where I belong. I want to be picked up and held gently by those who delight in my well earned patina and appreciate the changes I went through to achieve that beauty. I want to enjoy the journey and always remember that if you give the ocean something breakable it will turn it into something beautiful. I want to age like sea glass.
He was a Wisconsin artist who worked in scrap, both enormous 300 ton sculptures, including a giant bird orchestra, to small (an army of one foot robots). He was one of the masterminds behind House on the Rock, and I will miss him. No word on what will happen to his sculpture garden (it is on rented ground).
His daughter says, “He is busy now in other dimensions. He is not resting.”
Here’s a random photo from Bilbao. Brian and I flew to Spain this spring to visit our niece Bailey, and to visit my friend Marta. Love a few of the photos from Bilbao, I really should do a longer post on that.
This is Bailey and me, as well as La Salve bridge, reflected in the tulips outside of Guggenheim-Bilbao.