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For that it is love and covers us out
of all the ports.
– Charles Olson

Brief discussion, a loving one. About how time enters sculpture with Serra’s new “permanent” installation filling up so much space in Bilbao. All that raw steel reminding me of the red-painted barrera surrounding the sand of the bullring. Then, in the middle of this conversation between loved ones, the Vamand Wave out of Cyprus blows into port. A beautiful, if-only-in-massive-girth-&-length-alone-oil tanker, decked out in fine gun-metal grey reaching down toward similar rust-red lower hull. I had just finished telling her Serra constructed a piece he titled, Olson, a long curved shank one could imagine the line the Pequod lumbered with over many seas. So here’s the Vamand Wave, ambling in on June 8th, 2005, at 5:16 in the afternoon riding the same elliptical curve, as if sent from an unknown Time.



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