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Just done, this thing, from scratch. With plenty of delay ahead of the work - waiting for a few years anyway. Meanwhile the rain kept falling. The rain rubbed in with time for sure some rough cascadian patina magic
This is a vessel for sure, in the way that it feels sacred, in a good way. Uplifted, lifting up, light despite its heft
The rusty core of the vessel is a salvage from a long time ago, from across town, a ton-and-a-quarter-pound pallet of these - mistakes - they were off by some few thousandths of an inch, this incredibly massive half-inch thick rectangular tube steel fragment. The pallet of rejects waited ten years for me (jl) to see it and then I've been waiting a few years more, looking at the stack of them, wondering, assembling, stacking, trying different things
Nothing quite stuck until now. The cactus ear that came into my life over the marathon winter break helped. I found it while hunting steel with the boy, up on Portrero Hill, one morning in San Francisco. It was lying there under a beautiful giant, at the edge of a tiny, bursting, offramp public garden. Already half-rotted, it had landed on the wrong side of a chain link fence. No connection any more to earth or the garden, its ground just pavement and broken concrete. So things got urgent once we were home. I wanted to reconnect it to the ground in time, get it in the dirt, back to earth. Finally I found my way into the pallet of misfit steel
12” long x 5.5” deep x 11” high