Three Hundred Seventeen

I sometimes daydream about creating large semi-abstract outdoor sculptures in residential settings, sculptures whose scale is so large as to compete with and perhaps dwarf the homes around them. Having neither the technical nor the creative skills to execute such a daydream, I must remain satisfied to simply think about it. It’s not just sculpture, by the way; I’d be delighted at giant street art painted on houses. I can envision art so large that it might require two or more houses to serve as its canvas. I sometimes feel I was born at the wrong time with the wrong skills matched to the wrong desires. But I have to be satisfied with my time and my skills and my desires, too, don’t I? Don’t we all? Indeed we do.

About John Swinburn

"Love not what you are but what you may become."― Miguel de Cervantes
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