Pride is an Island

On one level, this form is simply what happened when I experimented with a way of grinding stone that was new to me. 

The sculpture happened without my thinking at all about it in representational or symbolic terms.  It was just a shape.

Mounted as I chose to mount it, however, it began to conjure images in my imagination.

Sometimes I saw a bird.

Usually it was a human figure expressing human thoughts and feelings and moving human motions. 

Over time, I came to see the figure as isolated by pride on a small island, out of contact with other humans out of arrogance or rejection 

Obviously, that was projection on my part, because the thing is only a couple of rocks, a scrap of steel, and a dab of glue. 

But that’s how it happened, and I think that’s how it works.

Photos by Lee Gass.