Way back in freshman year, I was obsessed with the idea of Knowing a Material.
Accumulate something en masse, and then half way between It and Me would lie a work of art.
Most of the work I did sophmore year came out of this idea, too.
Now I am accumulating newspaper. Stacking it against the wall, hopefully all 13 feet high. There have been a few avalanches, and after each one I think I've got the material Figured Out, and there will be no more unplanned movement. I turned a chunk of papers on their side this morning, and the whole wall started to slooowly slide. The sheet of plywood I put in for support two days ago started to warp, pulling against the spot I'd screwed it in to the loft. In desperation I unscrewed the plywood and the whole wall continued to move, slowly and gracefully, and then stopped in a form about a foot longer and shorter than it stood before, with the plywood standing up straight again, ready to be re-screwed to the loft a foot to the left of where it previously stood. I've added more support on the far side of the wall, and the waves the newspaper settled in to look beautiful.
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