I see these rusted-out, flattened bottle caps all over the city and find twists of rusted wire in the sand. It makes me want to poke holes in them and string them like those driftwood mobiles I always imagined I might make. Or perhaps I could do this.
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It's just really funny how we are almost compelled to pick things up and marry them into shapes and motion. We call it art, but I wonder what "art" really means? I mean, not the etymology of the word - but the actual thing that happens. I wonder, if you could see through God's eyes, the ones that see the process and purpose behind everything - I wonder if the human act of creation is something like dreaming - realigning all things based on some criteria, some sense of order that is behind life, underpinning it -
Posted by: Kristen | December 07, 2012 at 08:39 AM