Wednesday, April 13, 2005
I worked on puppets for a piece in my head. I sat at the band sander and ground their little faces off, one after the other. The noise of the sander and the mask drown out sound but draw in memories. I am suddenly in possession of a day spent with my brother in his laboratory, when he was working on his doctorate at Clemson U. I watched rain pound against the mottled old panes while behind me my brother cut off the heads of baby mice with scissors. Snip. Snip. Snip, through the rain. "God, Gene, doesn't that bother you?" They were so tiny and so...pink. "Of course it does,"he said, "but I need them to finish my thesis." He went on with his Doctorate and eventually created a remarkable place from a doomed one. Southeastern Natural Sciences Academy I'd forgotten completely about that day until just now, as I ground the faces off these little puppets. Gzzz, gzzz, gzzz.
I'm not sure why. But it's bothered me, just a little. I call the sculpture "Denial. "
I think about it a bit more, and begin hollowing out some of the faces.
Posted by lisa at 11:10 PM