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My local rock sculptor has been busy of late, and magical. His sculptures don’t last long, thanks to someone’s need to knock them down. The rocks lie helter-skelter till the artist reassembles them. I’ve not watched him at work, but I spent an afternoon watching the artisans at Sausalito, California. The artistry is in choosing the surface of each stone so that they balance and counterbalance as the structure takes form. My sense is that the form is dictated more by the surfaces of the particular rocks than by the vision of the artist.
