He bought a connex (a connex is a really ugly 8' x 40' steel shipping container), plopped it onto our property and fashioned it into a workshop. That is where his genius lay; he can make anything out of the most meager materials. I insisted he put a roof on it so it would at least look like a regular building; or something other than an ugly steel shipping container; but that didn't work. It's still ugly. And it still resembles a rusted steel shipping container.
But oh, the magic that transpires inside. I've been working on this mosaic for almost a year (minus 6 months of winter when the shop was not heated), and I think we may be nearing the home stretch. It is cut glass that, once assembled, will be grouted. It is mounted on plexi-glass so light will shine through the colored glass.
We could create a beautiful community, with a common garden and meeting area where young people would interact with their elders, where we'd help each other with day to day chores, make healthy meals, and play music together. Just think...we could imagine and construct a personal hands-on micro-culture!
Or as Austin Kleon put it, "you are a mashup of what you let into your life." All of it acts of creation.
But I digress. We've all been scattered to the wind and let the current lead us to where we are today.
More time to fancy the art of creation; to romance the stone. To love each and every new piece.
I went digging around behind the light box (in the big, ugly connex) and ran into this piece of glass I bought last year, or maybe two years ago, but I'd forgotten it. For a scant second, it took my breath away.
At least for now, I can't cut this piece...it's aesthetically pleasing and too darned beautiful just the way it is. The exciting part is dreaming about what piece of art this sheet of glass will someday inhabit. Who knows?
We're always a work in progress; ourselves...and all of our grand ideas.