Nested in cordgrass, a master work sinks.
The artist smiles over its cracking disappearance.
Rubble is one of my primary interests, she tells us.
She imagines its rearrangement.
I mean, she adds, what might come?
There are good reasons, after all,
––and especially here, to reject nostalgia.
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The title of this post comes from this installation by American artist Beverly Buchanan, which a recent New York Times article by Siddhartha Mitter describes as a vanishing masterpiece.
I wonder if we (myself included) put too much emphasis on the nostalgic. Change can be a beautiful process as long as you can bring yourself to embrace the ephemeral.
Head nodding, friend : )
I love watching stuff decay. That’s why I’m such a bad homeowner.
Hah! I love this. : )