The Book’s production was a partnership between inspiration, determination and coincidence, like most sculpture.
The work presented itself as a conclusion to the collection of work here at Wamboin, rising to meet the fall of land at the bottom end of the block.
Gails last night imposed a reshaping however, and the conclusion proved premature.
The sculptor needs to integrate changes as they occur even if they lie outside the usual processes of production. Disappointment can blind the sculptor to fresh opportunities.
As a consequence the other more modest works in The Park* have had their scale restored, and are not overwhelmed by what now seems an now overblown conclusion.
The Park is the name given to the property on which these sculptures are assembled.