Tutankhamun's Tomb

On November 24, 1922, Howard Carter chiseled a hole in the doorway of King Tut’s tomb and surveyed the interior by the light of a candle. His benefactor, Lord Carnavon, asked, “Can you see anything?” Carter replied, “Yes. Wonderful things!” What he was looking at was a cache of 5000+ artifacts that had been buried thousands of years earlier. Shortly afterward they photographed the heap of treasure that awaited the boy king in the afterlife—chariots pieces, furniture, statues. vessels, and jewelry, all jumbled together—some assembly required.

I’m far too modest to compare the treasures I’ve been making with the splendor of ancient Egypt, but when I was stuffing my latest sculptures into a storage unit last weekend, it occurred to me that it rivaled Tut’s hoard when it was piled up together. Just saying.

I wonder what if this collection of wonders will be a comfort to me in my afterlife.

Corona: A Light in the Dark

I’m struck by the visual beauty of the coronavirus despite the havoc it’s wreaking on our fair planet. It’s a stark reminder that just as the sun isn’t the center of the universe, neither are we. Corona means crown, and right now that infinitesimal thing is lording it over the earth. But corona is also the word used to describe the ring of light that appears during the darkest part of a total eclipse. Either way, the metaphor seems apt, but the piece I’ve made celebrates the hope embodied in the latter definition.

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Welcome to my studio blog.
I don’t mind that blogging is already out of style, because my thoughts about it are rooted in an even greater antiquity: the ship’s log, essential data recorded for the operation of a vessel during its journey. Course, speed, location, et cetera. Actual wind.
Predating that was the chip log, a simple device used just to record a ship’s speed through the water. Basically a rope with knots at regular intervals attached to a log that was thrown out into the water. 
I like things that are old, weathered, that have their own stories. Things that are rooted in time but seem timeless. I believe the past is not the past but it is alive within us (and within things). I look for the long arc.
The purpose of this log, therefore, is to be a record of journey. A notation of wind speed, points of interest, location beneath a field of stars…without being long-winded.
I expect that within the small details we’ll happen upon things that are thought-provoking, or at least entertaining.