One Art

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster,
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three beloved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
-- Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) a disaster.


Elizabeth Bishop

My heart is broken

I’m making another heart, for the next month annual exhibition in Sintra.
No photos yet, I want it to be a surprise.
This afternoon I broke the terracotta model in a clumsy move.
I’ll peak up the pieces and repair it. Tomorrow it will be good to go, I hope.

Human Resources

Human Resources

Documentary

Artemis and Spyros

Artemis and Spyros, two Greek students, from the island of Crete, came to visit the Sculpture Center and my studio. He plays the violin and other strings instruments and she makes little pieces of jewelry of great sensitivity and beauty,
with found seeds, twigs and strings.
Their visit was the highlight of my day, otherwise filled of hard work and stone dust.
Thank you, Artemis and Spyros for filing this day with beauty and lighthearted joy.