While I was out in Seattle I had the chance to flip through a book by/about the work of Andrew Goldsworthy that my aunt had taken out of the library. Not only does he write with incredible eloquence, but I fell for the temporal quality of his instillations. Ice shadows, hand-prints that melt away, leaves plastered onto trees only to blow away as they dry…. There’s something appealing about creating something just to let it disintegrate. I used to do a lot of sculpture work, but I’ve since transitioned into pen and ink and words. Still, I have plaster bodies about the house, and they are beginning to get dusty and forgotten, as well as become an obstacle for cleaning. I still can’t throw them out, but I can take them outside and let nature run her course with them. The back patio has long ceased being a usable patio, so I used the pile of rocks to create a wall and a Goldsworthy inspired pattern. I’m not sure how long it will last, but it was fun to do regardless.