I Saw The Vietnam Veterans Memorial Not

I Think I Needed To Really Move Past My First Public Work As Memorialist, And Be Equally Balanced. It's A Bit Unusual, To Be Working Between The Architecture, The Art, And What I Would Say Is A Synthesis, The Memorials - They're Problem Solving, But It's Very Symbolic. You Get This Triangle; I Need To Be Balanced With Those Three. They're All Equally A Part Of Who I Am. I Love How Different They Are, And Yet They're Coming Out The Same Thing, Whatever It Is.

I Think I've Always Had An Activist Stance, Yet At The Same Time, The Other Side Of Me - And This Is Where Some People Just Don't Get It, Or They'd Prefer It If The Work Was A Lot Uglier, A Lot Louder - I Have This Personality Where I Just Want To Put Something Out That's A Fact And Then Let You Interpret It. It's Almost As If You Might Barely Notice It, You Might Walk Right By It, But You Have To Pay Attention.

It's Only In Hindsight That You Realize What Indeed Your Childhood Was Really Like.

I Saw The Vietnam Veterans Memorial Not As An Object Placed Into The Earth But As A Cut In The Earth That Has Then Been Polished, Like A Geode.

I Though About What Death Is, What A Loss Is. A Sharp Pain That Lessens With Time, But Can Never Quite Heal Over. A Scar. The Idea Occurred To Me There On The Site. Take A Knife And Cut Open The Earth, And With Time The Grass Would Heal It. As If You Cut Open The Rock And Polished It.