Submission Entry #1

Tilting your head, eyes cockeyed, lips pursed, all motions in pursuit of the apparent hidden meaning. Faded faces, faded colors, faded minds, thoughts that occur to one as they attempt to analyze contemporary art; sculptures with lifeless limbs, paintings twisted with blues and pinks. Exhibit halls walked by a pair of wandering eyes and crowded brains deciphering all around them, clueless on how to do it, and perhaps there is no way to. The forest of metal and plaster bound to be rooted in all history, molding their place in the courtyard or grand show rooms, the story of life and how it ends. Art. 

Three twisted blocks upon, what looks to be, a concrete slab display a sense of rustic dullness. Lifeless in motion and in color, and the absence of exuberance open up its precious space for imagination and illustration by the gazing minds. The drab blocks hold up one another-holding upon a grim visage of loneliness-simplicity while upholding a standard of integrity. The three geometric shapes, mere images of each other, wind upward as if stretching toward the sky, beauty without complication or exaggeration; perhaps to find the deeper meaning of this model we must look inside ourselves first. Searching for an answer upon which these white blocks reside, sturdy and rigid.

There is a void between these blocks, their bended nature surrounding a lone space destined to be lone forever. The twisting spire of space between the blocks suggest a grim desperation, the frantic escape from our own destiny. This powerfully simple piece serves to illuminate the voids in our lives and maybe offer a hand of hope, as seen through the blocks supporting one another, of escaping our destined path, if there is such a thing.