Art in Maine

  In Your Smith County, Texas, we have the lack of the rocks.  There's a little iron ore and some flint chips left over from hunting mammoths 35,000 years ago, but not much else.  Bricks.  Asphalt.  No native stone.

  But in your Maine, they got your rocks.  Basalt, granite and shales from grain size to house boulders.  They build with the stuff.  The water rounds and pounds it.  Quite wonderful stuff, since you don't have to mow around it.  Ayuh. 

  My response, as a civilized, educated, unarmed visiting artist is to make rock cairns on top of boulders along the rocky shore.  As a Texan I just see stacks of rocks but Mainers HATE this kind of stuff.  It's territorial, non-environmental and degrades women and minorities.  Visiting artists by LAW are restricted to watercolor and biodegradeable acrylics, though you can play the dulcimer, I hear.

  If they get a GPS co-ordinate on me I am going upstate for some big time.

  Photos and maybe a video when I get back.  Lotta rocks to stack as the tide goes in and out.

Update:  Built another big cairn in a better place with bigger rocks.  Careful selection, heft at the edge of my lift ability.  It IS a hate crime.  I'm arting in a Nature Conservancy Preservation Ecological Zone.  No guns, so I'll have to resist arrest with art-fu and harsh language.  Doomed.  

  Hope Maine supermax has an art criminal wing.  Hope the Natural Rock Cairners are up the food chain from the bad potters and hypnotists.