I went to Boulder on Friday. A beautiful day. A beautiful girl. I drove her car, relearning standard, as we showed each other where we used to live and go to school.
We snuck into the parking lot of the duplex I used to live in with Dhalia on 30th near Baseline to see if a marble sculpture I left when I moved was still there.
Nestled underneath a prickly bush, forgotten, was the marble sculpture. It was lying on its side, almost antique and slightly dirty - but it's still there. Since the summer of 2001 when I brought it from Marble, CO, freshly carved and promptly abandoned shortly after, moving a half mile away. It's heavy.
I learned quite a bit about myself in the seven days I spent in the beautiful mountains of central Colorado camping and carving. I was very much alone, suffering that entire summer. Making anything out of the living rock seemed impossible. But, I did. I've done a few impossible things, since.
I like brining people to the sculpture. It's a milestone in my life, literally.
