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96F-7

Build number: 96F-7 (lifetime start #77)

Date: March 24

Location: Venice Breakwater, on the flat

Start: unrecorded

Height: 3.8 feet (two-stage)

Base: 1.6 feet

Photography: 3 TMX120, Pentax 6X7 w/135 and 300; half a roll Scala, Nikkormat EL w/50

From my 1996 notes:

Feeling distracted, skittish, going sixteen ways at once, I went to the beach anyway. Angry at the clumsy traffic on the bike path, tired of all the idiots getting in my way even though there weren't that many of them at 0800. The weather was what every visitor to L.A. wants: clear, warm, some breeze, but I'd have preferred the fog we'd had earlier. A lot of kelp had washed up and was now drying in the morning sun, attended by the usual clouds of small flies.

The pile stands mute, echoing my own increasing wordlessness. Usually they're alive, vibrating with promise, pregnant with some hidden shape waiting. This one just sits there, solid, static. Usually I can't wait to get started, being eager to find the surprise inside this dull package. Today I dither. Walking around the pile, looking, trying to feel. It's here, I'm here, there's plenty of daylight. Where are the ideas? Finally an image begins to form. I start carving.

I was fidgety, unable to work very long in one place, unable to concentrate, but this pseudopod from my mind still came out into the windy world. It had some interesting internal structures I'd put there to support outer sections. This almost didn't work because the elements were too vertical, with other parts leaning outward against the legs; the top started cracking so I called it quits before the piece was fully finished. Even with the cracks this sculpture was the best demonstration of the internal support idea, which has been figuring in recent sculptures. What I really need is a form that's the same diameter all the way up, instead of this two-stage affair with its constricted top. I packed up and left around 1500, fighting my way home through heavy Sunday afternoon traffic.

The sculpture wound up having some nice moves, but wasn't too well integrated. I just wasn't very present, and couldn't think in three dimensions. I still want to try some of the ideas again. I was largely devoid of photography ideas also.

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Build number:	96F-7 (lifetime start #77)
Date:	March 24
Location:	Venice Breakwater, on the flat
Start:	unrecorded
Height:	3.8 feet (two-stage)
Base:	1.6 feet
Photography:	3 TMX120, Pentax 6X7 w/135 and 300; half a roll Scala, Nikkormat EL w/50


	From my 1996 notes: Feeling distracted, skittish, going sixteen ways at once, I went to the beach anyway. Angry at the clumsy traffic on the bike path, tired of all the idiots getting in my way even though there weren't that many of them at 0800. The weather was what every visitor to L.A. wants: clear, warm, some breeze, but I'd have preferred the fog we'd had earlier. A lot of kelp had washed up and was now drying in the morning sun, attended by the usual clouds of small flies.
	The pile stands mute, echoing my own increasing wordlessness. Usually they're alive, vibrating with promise, pregnant with some hidden shape waiting. This one just sits there, solid, static. Usually I can't wait to get started, being eager to find the surprise inside this dull package. Today I dither. Walking around the pile, looking, trying to feel. It's here, I'm here, there's plenty of daylight. Where are the ideas? Finally an image begins to form. I start carving. I was fidgety, unable to work very long in one place, unable to concentrate, but this pseudopod from my mind still came out into the windy world. It had some interesting internal structures I'd put there to support outer sections. This almost didn't work because the elements were too vertical, with other parts leaning outward against the legs; the top started cracking so I called it quits before the piece was fully finished. Even with the cracks this sculpture was the best demonstration of the internal support idea, which has been figuring in recent sculptures. What I really need is a form that's the same diameter all the way up, instead of this two-stage affair with its constricted top. I packed up and left around 1500, fighting my way home through heavy Sunday afternoon traffic. The sculpture wound up having some nice moves, but wasn't too well integrated. I just wasn't very present, and couldn't think in three dimensions. I still want to try some of the ideas again. I was largely devoid of photography ideas also.