We grow older and make monuments to defy time.
The things done to hide and change our appearance and the labels attached to a fleeting identity.
When the ones we love are gone and we leave unfamiliar metal likenesses for a possible passers-by searching for the resting place to their genetic origins, what is really there?
We don't want to be seen how we are. Even in death we want to be better. Striving for something to make a mark on the world before we leave.
The dreams of those who wanted to create something better than they started with, always originally started with simply putting 2 similar things together and watching what happens as things are added.
The material expresses a unique personality.
Being unidentifiable in appearance and yet communicating a sense of familiarity is what helps push the creative people into greater innovation.
Seeing and making the connections in the form of an object, a structure is made.
The natural evolution of creation is continually adapting and changing at such a furious state, that it seems amazing that any creater can devote an entire lifetime to capture any state of it.
The more words used, the greater their insignificance is shown.
A home is put together with lots of little insignificant pieces that will not last. It will not last. Unless it is made out of something stronger than bronze.
So art fills the impermanent home of those searching for that which is unable.
The mortal thought becomes the immortal home when translated into something that connects all the discarded trash into something new.
While the physical creation is temporary, the message is immortal.
The lines that create the structure of our definition of home.
Protection from harm.
Home is peace.
Pieces discarded stick together forming a unique identity.
