In every physical process, a certain amount of energy is irretrievably lost in the form of heat and the consequent loss of order. This process, known as entropy, will lead to the death of our universe. "In an age when violence and peace faced each other more fatefully than ever before, Ghandi's name became, in the middle of the 20th century, the counterpoise to those of Stalin and Hitler. The achievement for which the world credited this man (who weighed less than a hundred pounds and whose worldly possessions when he died were worth less than two dollars) was the British withdrawal from India in peace, but what is less known is that among his own people he lowered a barrier more formidable than that of race in America.He renamed India's untouchables harridan, "God's people", and raised them to human stature. And in doing so he provided the nonviolent strategy as well as the inspiration for Martin Luther King Jr.'s comparable civil rights movement in the United States." (from Houston Smith, The World's Religions). Surely the footsteps of the giant champions of peace follow to Nelson Mandela. As Easter approaches, my Holy water containers progress through the stages of fire and accretion. And step by step, through suffering and humiliation the risen tale will be told and the softened outline of passion will be fired up, set and frozen into finality. Much energy is spent in passion and in firing and in keeping the peace in people's turbulent hearts. Remember the second law of thermodynamics.
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This head was made from a memory, some years ago. I have long known the importance, for me, of remembering and recuperating the past and so, as soon as I started doing sculpture I had the idea of picking up a head a knew well and ageing it, as in one of those photofits they do for lost people many years later. The poor craftsmanship is a given, this poor man has lost his cheekbones, but then that was a result I intended to a certain extent. The real head has emerged now and I have something to compare although the thought strikes me that the recollection I have of facts and events is also not quite in focus. I have become more proud of my head now (it stands in my dining room!) and will never part with it, not because of the person it represents, but because it represents the person I was and became. |
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