just came across a new wire sculpture by artist Diane Komater.

immediataly, I could hear the gentle screech screech of a wire cock swinging back and forth, hanging from the fence of my childhood backyard in the cool fall evening breeze.

then my mind took me on a whirlwind trip around thoughts of aging, how we age, how we treat those older than us, how our perspective on age changes as we age, death and dying ... screech screech.

ok, well nevermind all that. turns out she'll be at Ft. Mason this coming weekend. go check her out - and see if it sways.