On a sunny day in Tbilisi the other week I saw a tree stump in front of my friend's house. Lo and behold! Something made me climb onto it. And stand on it. Still. This felt great for 2 reasons:
|photo: Veronika Spierenburg, a.k.a. Die Vroni|
1. Sometimes it is good to know exactly where to be and what to do.
2. Becoming a sculpture attracts attention and makes you feel surprisingly powerful. Now I can empathise with the men chiselled by Stephan Balkenhol.
|Stephan Balkenhol, at the Stephen Friedman gallery in London, 2011|
Voilà. This wood man of Balkenhol's isn't half-bad either.
Maybe next time.