title [year, status]	"random_thoughts" [2002, concept]
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materials [dimensions]	word, letter, mind [non-dimensional]
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sculpting in the moment,
what is the frozen music of which vitruvius speaks?
the artist uninterested in the product that is created,
unconscious motives inspire,
not the motives of the observers,
not even the motive of the artist,
the eyes of the beholder,
the daunting critics,
the family,
the lovers,
the crowd,
the eyes of judgment,
all of our actions- evinced in this arena,
no, for the artist is free from all of this,
free from the judgments, free from looking good,
even free from his own feelings of:
this i need to do,
this will make me look good,
this will impress,
this will get me laid,
this will get my foot in the door,
this will pay the bills.

the freedom of living in the moment,
the freedom of expressing oneself,
the freedom from past experience,

the past in record determines the future,
the past held on to determines the future.
the freedom of the future: unwritten,
their is no future in knowing the future,
our past determines our future,
and it is always a surprise.

and when it melts,
when the improvisation melts,
when there is nothing left to behold,
then there is only a memory,
a memory of the past,
which may inspire us,
yet if held onto will hinder the future,
the work is only a representation of a time frame,
this time frame can never be duplicated,
nor is there any reason to do so,
as circumstances continually change.

to draw on past memories to create,
that which we have never seen,
that which has never been touched,
that which resonates with out senses,
that which makes us tick,
that which stands alone,
without explanation,
without support,
its speaks all languages,
yet is none,
it speaks to all ages,
yet is timeless,
and it too will disappear,
as we,
a constant reminder,
enjoy it while you can,
appreciate it while you can,
feel it while you can,
because your going to die,
soon.

open for the possibility of improvisation,
it will show you roads yet open for the public,
it will show you roads untravelled,
it will build the road,
it will carry you,
it will embrace you,
as long as you embrace it.

only when the fears of the artist are quenched,
only when these disappear do alternatives appear,
only when we stop creating for others do we,
begin to create for ourselves,
only then are we truly creating for others.

as soon as permenence enters the picture,
boom,
we think,
"what will they think about this in the future,
what will grandma think,
what will father think,
what will boss think,
what will brother, kin, friend, society, THEY
think,
what will they think of ME!"
if i was to produce this?
what do they think of me because i produced this?
what will i think of myself if i produce this?
with any such thoughts the art of improvisation is not possible,
with any such thoughts we will always be prisoners,
with any such thoughts our art will die to itself,
this art is a bi-product of a thought process,
it is not an end in and of itself,
it is only a bi-product of a mind with,
no intention,
no fear of lose,
no fear of death.

frame of mind is a documentation of time,
time is a documentation of frame of mind.

and this is an endless search,
and this is an endless search,
and this is an endless search.

endless voyage to the beginning,
beginning voyage to the endless.

self respect is elusive without traveling this path,
respect of others elusive without traveling this path,
art will always be a manipulation of the past,
there is no freedom.

believe it when you see it,
see it when you believe it.

same ice different place,
same place different ice.

win some loose some,
loose some win some.

wherever you go there you are,
wherever you are there you go.

born of water, return to water, of water, is water, frozen music, frozen architecture, frozen in time, only a short time.