Entering the Provincetown Center for Coastal Studies, you are greeted by a pod, or coven, or a pride (what is the right word?????) of rays. The placement near the open, mega-glassed entrance, uses the available light to add depth and movement to these sweet and welcoming sea creatures.
As a Cape Cod native, anything sea speaks to me. But then, when you add raised and rusty eye nails and recycled coat hanger bodies, the work moves from art to a spiritual experience, and back again….
P’Town trip this past weekend, and the remnants of Carnival were most apparent in the public restrooms: eeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwh!
Hovering over the less than pristine toilet seat, thigh muscles tight and quivering, I read the graffiti. What surprised me the most was not the mediocrity of the messages, but that someone, while stopping to use the powder room, could actually hover, read, find a marker, and correct at the same time.
OH MY GOD, WHAT IF THEY DIDN’T HOVER? I guess the only thing worse would be hovering and maneuvering one’s cell phone to get a close up.