This reminds me, the other day I saw a bumper sticker that read..... Don't Drive Faster Than Your Angels Can Fly.......
Wednesday, January 3, 2007
New Beginnings
So here we are. At the beginning of a new piece. This is my second venture into granite. The fourth sculpture since I have found myself transplanted in Denmark. Changes in changes and the world keeps turning. This stone has come to me in a good way. A fine way indeed. It could almost be said that the angels were dancing that day. And so I believe that this sculpture too, will be dancing with the firetree.
This reminds me, the other day I saw a bumper sticker that read..... Don't Drive Faster Than Your Angels Can Fly.......
This reminds me, the other day I saw a bumper sticker that read..... Don't Drive Faster Than Your Angels Can Fly.......
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Ahh...sweet beginnings....
Pink is what red looks like when it kicks off its shoes and lets its hair down. Pink is the boudoir colour, the cherubic colour, the colour of heaven’s gates. (Not gold, brothers and sisters. Pink.) Pink is as laid-back as beige, but while beige is innocuous and bland, pink is laid-back with attitude. The Don CeSar (275 rooms and all the water sports a bipedal mammal can handle) wears that attitude well. It knows that it looks as if it were carved out of bubble gum, as if it mutated from a radioactive conch patch, as if it leaked from the vat where old flamingos go to dye—but the Don CeSar doesn’t care. It simply winks, lazily flaunts its pigmentation, and like a panther that’s peddled its last lucrative roll of home insulation, turns its face to the sun.
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