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Guys, I’ve had an incredible experience that just reinforces the fact that “It does get better”. I was invited by the Philadelphia Airport to exhibit a sculpture. I finished it yesterday.
Most if not all of my work is about or is influenced by my history. Much of it was about hiding and the battle between concealing vs. revealing. The piece I did for the airport purposely displays what I would have always kept hidden.
I had an assistant in tight quarters for 4 days. He told me about his writing. I mentioned that I enjoy writing also. He’s about 20 years younger then me. Oddly, the conversation often drifted towards the 70’s. He asked what it was like growing up pre-atari (great phrase!). I told him I never would have had the childhood I did if I were strapped to a cell phone. He brought up Atlantic City. I told him how it was a gay resort before the casinos.
I told only of the good stuff, while constructing a physical representation of my memories. When it was done, and we had a moment to ourselves I took the opportunity to briefly tell him that the piece was about more than it seems. I told him it was about exposing the truth, about the kidnapping and escaping.
It was the right thing to do.
Cathartic, no, not dancing in the streets cathartic.
Peaceful and solid.
That’s more than I ever dreamed possible.
I have a photo album on facebook that illustrates the project from beginning to end. And some on instagram
Most if not all of my work is about or is influenced by my history. Much of it was about hiding and the battle between concealing vs. revealing. The piece I did for the airport purposely displays what I would have always kept hidden.
I had an assistant in tight quarters for 4 days. He told me about his writing. I mentioned that I enjoy writing also. He’s about 20 years younger then me. Oddly, the conversation often drifted towards the 70’s. He asked what it was like growing up pre-atari (great phrase!). I told him I never would have had the childhood I did if I were strapped to a cell phone. He brought up Atlantic City. I told him how it was a gay resort before the casinos.
I told only of the good stuff, while constructing a physical representation of my memories. When it was done, and we had a moment to ourselves I took the opportunity to briefly tell him that the piece was about more than it seems. I told him it was about exposing the truth, about the kidnapping and escaping.
It was the right thing to do.
Cathartic, no, not dancing in the streets cathartic.
Peaceful and solid.
That’s more than I ever dreamed possible.
I have a photo album on facebook that illustrates the project from beginning to end. And some on instagram
