Mental Models

Take your pick, right?

The Drowned Man: A Mask

Here's another vision, another version, of what "The Drowned Man" voices to me . . . despite those tightly held lips.

"Consider Phlebas" in another context.

"Hail and farewell" from another vantage, from yet another angle.

"Winter is a-coming in" --Ezra Pound? or some anonymous medieval poet?

Measure

A Motley of Masks

Four masks from 2009. Sculpture mix or stoneware.

The Authority of Foam

I don't believe I've posted this particular shot on the blog, though I have posted other shots and sequences featuring this mask--the Drowned Man--and this beach before.

I like how dry the beach looks, though it isn't. I'm struck by the integrity (for that's the word, I feel) of those rocks and thick grains of sand, as the foam arrives. Look at the push and heft of that foam, the lip flying, the snake-shapes lunging, the body flowing and folding forward. Or, that's how I see the scene caught in this shot: authority exerting itself.

I probably held off posting this picture because of the room for the ridiculous as that foam shoots from the eyeholes, and yet there's a haunting quality here too, isn't there?

Humor? Or, horror?

How afraid of drowning, of such whelming foam, are you?

Van Damme State Beach, just south of Mendocino: way back in November 2009.

(Actually, I think I have posted this shot before. I'll have to recheck the blog. But even so, this entry--how shall I say this--still counts.)

Hitting the Snooze Button

Strandings

Mosaic, with green glass.

Kelphorn or kelpwhip?

That's not snow.

The Drowned Man: sculpture mix, greenish undercoating, white and clear glazing; sand; foam (with pebbles flying).