Several art installations appeared in the park across the way, including one gorgeous kinetic one made of ice and stone. I wish I had imagined them myself.
My favorite is the half-moon hunk of boulder, above, that has been imperceptibly moving toward the edge it rests upon for years. Is the water running under it meant to evoke a quiet river or perhaps tears?
This monolith seems to patiently wait, or perhaps, just be. How did its face get so dark?
This stone monument is draped in icicles. How did they rig the kinetic display of water running beneath the ice?
What is most remarkable, in a remarkably ordinary way, is that these gorgeous powerful works were made by no one. They are a product of a million factors and influences, and are constantly being made and disassembled, everywhere in the world, every moment…
A poem/fragment from artist Josef Albers comes to mind:
Easy — to know
that diamonds — are precious
good — to learn that rubies — have depth
but more — to see
that pebbles — are miraculous.