Beauty Is What Sustains Things, Although Beauty

I Knew The Tree When It Grew, And The Tree Is Now Gone. The Farmers Cut It Up, And It's Become Firewood. And There's This Tremendous Sense Of Absence And Shock And Violence Attendant To That Collapsing Tree.

The Stones Tear Like Flesh, Rather Than Breaking. Although What Happens Is Violent, It Is A Violence That Is In Stone. A Tear Is More Unnerving Than A Break.

Time Confined Into Blind Caves Or Extended Through Tunnels, Responds To The Call Of Infinity, Which Teases With Its Promise Of Freedom. Outside The Body, Time Is A Pair Of Compasses In The Hands Of Eternity, But Inside It Is A Pendulum, Fastened To The Heart. The Heart Takes Its Measure From The Lengthening Swing Of The Pendulum Surveying What Time Is Left. In Its Own Rhythm Time Spreads Itself Wildly Here And There And Is Crippled Elsewhere. Its Unequally Distributed Weight Wounds My Body - That Is How The Particularities Of My Life Are Manifest.

The Difference Between A Theatre With And Without An Audience Is Enormous. There Is A Palpable, Critical Energy Created By The Presence Of The Audience.

Abandoning The Project Was Incredibly Stressful After Having Gone Through The Process Of Building The Room, Installing The Kiln, Collecting The Stones, Sitting With The Kiln Day And Night As It Came To Temperature, Experiencing The Failures.