So, with the head cold set in good and well – stuffy head, burning eyes, that whole experience of walking around in a dream? – it gives me time to think. And catch up a little on blogging – if somewhat incoherently.
I’ve been thinking about just how much work it is to produce a public art work (in case you didn’t know, i am in the midst of doing that right now), especially one that is, well, ephemeral and fleeting. Here’s the rough overview:
But here’s the rub. I actually like it. Clearly there is something wrong with my head, it would certainly be much easier to create work in a studio and then air it out in the gallery without all this other rigamarole. And don’t get me wrong, I still love doing studio work (in fact, right about now I just plain miss it). But there is something oddly appealing about all this work prior to the project. And here’s what I have realized: it’s a pattern.
Yup. I also like cross country mountain biking better than downhil. I like backcountry snowboarding. I like kayaking (okay that doesn’t really fit the story, but I still like it). Truth is, I like the hard work, it makes the reward that much sweeter.
But do me a favor. Come out and say hello when I am drawing the chalk line. It will make it even sweeter still.
Yes, that top image is Tuckerman’s, and yes I have ridden it and loved it.