One of the difficult aspects of this installation with the 25′ ceiling is figuring out what I have to leave out in order to allow myself continued access with the lift. The sculpture might close me away from the ceiling, I have to leave it partially unassembled, and unhooked, its pieces slowly twirling in midair so that I might push them aside on my way up and down. I love them, it’s obscene, I know their every contour, and I couldn’t be more pleased with the materials, or with the way the wire is so much more visible than the mesh, except in certain sideways light when the mesh is solid, aglow, bright, the lucky moment of imagination come true.
The installation is at the height of its unmade-ness. Any more making and it will be closer to done, any less and I would have had more to come. There is more to do than I can list. It must to be done, positioning the lights, fabricating the baffles, adding mesh in order and in a detachable way, to allow ceiling access; and, AND painting the walls. It can be done. But its car better not get stuck in the ice. That’s why it parks on the previously plowed street. In addition, fabricating the optics segments and placing, trot trot off to the museum I go. without a driver’s side view mirror. All the whole time staying empty. And I did bring my colored pencils. There is nothing to do but go at it. It shall be lovely, I can already tell.. the shadow screen alone is almost a piece by itself, I got the green dot to quiet down. I get afraid of it, but I just have to go in and do this little bit of stuff, and there it is, there is the work. it’slikethiseverytime… it’slikethiseverytime... also the blackout fabric… measure and plan… delegate
Moths and butterflies…. My eyes get wide like the two looking-cylinders of the ultrasonic sensor attached to the turning motor. The wings show eyes, too, and light! Let me gather myself to say why it’s a spectacle that moth and butterfly wings imitate how light falls on three dimensional objects, it shows highlights and shadows, like how I paint – the piece says to me, in monk chant, so you got the message messmaegseasage memsessasmgaeegsesage
