I’ve taken a few stone carving classes since moving here; the latest in my series of fun and interesting, but fiscally useless, skills. When I told my parents, my father immediately made me a set of tiny stone carving tools (he’d made life-sized tools for the stone carvers of the National Cathedral so I guess it came naturally to him). Of course, I had to use them in an image, so I planned to make one of squids practicing letter carving.
I’d been feeling morose this past week and even spent some time wandering a local cemetery on Friday. Sometimes it take my conscious mind a bit of time to catch up with my subconscious, but once I figured out the connections I knew I had to include them in my story. Some artists build shrines, I make squid vignettes.
So, besides reflecting what I’ve been up to recently, this image is also a small, cyber memorial for my grandfather, Nicholas Kochansky, who died ten years ago today, August 1, 2000.
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