As Stella approaches the tender age of two, the stacked blocks grow taller, the falls even greater, and the cries louder still. We push boundaries every day: she explores the world and tries to control it and I learn how to stop a crashing lamp mid-air. This morning as she munches quietly on her oatmeal I hear the echo of yesterday's mantra "No!" bellowing down the corridors of time and arriving with a tickle in today's tender ears. This is a new day and time for a new series of towers to build and watch tumble - blocks, books, chairs...all objects are play. We stack, build, crash and, in the end, only the crashes really matter. Around here, a tower is only finished when it falls.
It is in this spirit that Falling Cylinders, oil/canvas, 24" x 12" was conceived. It is a celebration of the act of stacking, the inevitability of falling, and the quiet beauty of the fallen.
