There remains within sculpture a place concrete, an arena in which to congregate, occasion for hollowed ground. 

 

Here wait.  Here weight.  The terrain discreetly calls for pause.

 

Locale binds us together; interpretation severs the bond.  These sound sites take physical and psychic perimeters that probe: the dearth and depth of our assistance and reservoir; the artifice beneath the free floating capital of “natural” economic law; transitory states of substance and the precariousness of communication;  and the trappings of distinguishing between aesthetic, political and moral orders.  Each stage awaits, acknowledges, and is fulfilled only through our agency.  Called in by sirens’ urgent pleas we swim, sink, file, and skip, complicit in circumstances ill fathomed.

 

The silent loci emphasize historical listening through individuated objects, static vehicles of what cannot be understood.  All cautiously commemorate traumatic events, unarticulated crises that literally have no place, neither in a dissociated past not fully experienced nor in an unintegrated present incomprehensible.  We rise, ride, seethe, and fold, beyond the confines of narrative memory, hearing the transmissible truth of spirited grist unvanquished, gilded compost enthroned, blanket lies yet woven, and tacit refrains uncharged. Within sculpture --- their remains.