eleven

I am kind of obsessed with drift wood. My friends and I went camping once and we all found pieces of driftwood and wrote poems out on them as displayed them at an art show at a community college by my house. I found this one at Point Lookout State Park and was drawn to its shape, the curve, and the way it feel more tactile than others that I'd seen.

Driftwood is interesting because, by nature, we don't know really where it came from. Or where it's headed. We can hold onto to it temporarily but eventually it will get to be somewhere else. Eventually it will warp and shrink and the words we've written upon it will fade, get soaked into the wood, evaporate. It is symbolic of everything that's worth anything in this world. What I like about art is that sometimes it is more permanent than other things. We look at cave paintings and we study Ka statues and all of that has outlived its creators and will outlive us.