A mass of snow and ice falling, and sweeping all before it on a mountain side to the valley below.An overwhelming calamity.Something that is inevitable given the natural build up of time.The unsustainable weight.
The aftermath is surely to feel the elements as new again…the sun,rain,wind,snow for the first time in years can be felt.
Just some ideas i’m having for a relief sculpture based on control and gravity and natures way.It’s in the early stages still but i think i’m understanding where i am with it.
Is it so that after the surrender follows the attack and if so what follows the attack?…another surrender or a continued attack?No fool would choose to keep surrendering but equally where’s the joy in an attack?
I wish we could remove the sex from our human selves.