“A Day At The Beach”

(or: “Wiggling Towards Entropy”)

WHERE TO START…?

Virtual Site Model.

Layout map(s)

Hand cutting pattern

Pre-vis model

GETTING the WIGGLE ON :

“A Day At The Beach or Wiggling Toward Entropy”– CG – 2020

What kinda title is that? well…

( First: momentary personal ART rant: )

Who the heck is ART? I’ve no idea. But that also doesn’t stop me having a stupid opinion on the matter. From where I wallow, ART maybe should slap at least one sense to get one’s (arguably valuable) attention. In this case, lets go with sight.

Slap!

A celebration of form, texture, and/or artisan manipulation of material etc. OK. But to step beyond the artifice of décor, the occasional gob of ARTwork hopes to kick one in one’s fat head. Not necessarily in the face, and rather more preferably from behind – in the back of the head, where one doesn’t see the boot coming. Gently or hard – it doesn’t matter. What matters is that there is a type of uncomfortable ill-fitting footwear used. As in someone else’s idea of a shoe but having to use it anyway because it was the only style available in the shoe store.

Interpretation..! Voila! – ART ( imho ).

“A Day At The Beach or Wiggling Toward Entropy” attempts to juxtapose the immediate decorative form against a self-aware ‘auto-critique’ regarding the manner and means by which even its own self came to be.

With material/texture language informed by the Pacific NW coast, the carved glass form paradoxically references nature by displaying tidal pool life in an intentionally idealized and ornamental style.

‘The life ring shape’ near the top of the piece represents humanity and is seen slightly encroaching into this natural space (DISCLAIMER: as this was fabricated by a self-justifying human butthole, the symbol only gently overlaps the edge of this specific tidal pool, almost harmoniously, rather than stomping massively and righteously into the middle and building a road). Pretty tidal pool life.

One could leave it titled as that: “A Day At The Beach” …awww…. (*sigh here* like a soft fart)

But, as one knows, ones are continuously mucking everything up and blissfully going about one’s daily grind, all the while one-der-ing wherefrom all the escalating shitstorms cometh.

‘The metal viewfinder’, contrasting starkly as the most “machine-manufactured-looking” element of the work, stands for technology – its current reach and (hopefully) potential ability. In this case, it is positioned to study the natural order of life, and lo-and-behold-yourself, when viewed through the center of the viewfinder, doesn’t this life actually form the ‘mechanics’ of our natural world..?  Kinda like something Ones would Depends on? Sooo…WTF? (boot to the head).

Speaking humbly as part of the problem and more specifically as a conduit for this resource-intensive use of time and materials, it seems to this particular One a bit like “Wiggling Toward Entropy”.

Therefore, that’s the title….  Anyhow, …blablabla…!

( thanks for reading – 💙 )

This work, including the written drivel, was made for my brother – who was always up for a good chuckle.

WG 1967-2025