Tangled Things

Tangled Things. Includes Tangled Metal Things. Case C.

If truth be told, the majority of artifacts in this collection might be categorized as “tangled” in some aspects, or at some point. Who can say, as this exhibition is packed away again, during the season of sharp, suddenly brisk winds off of Lake Champlain in September, if many of these items will not be once again placed in archival storage and allowed to devolve back into a tangled mass once more? This is inertia—one of the vari-form aspects of the aging process. Even our own bodies, and our own minds, are apparently slowly unraveling during the course of our lives; for we know that as progressive stages of mental debility encroach upon human reason, that the very fibers and cells of the brain show signs of unwrapping, unraveling, spinning outward and indeed, “tangling” themselves back into a state of wild nature.

Fighting this fate is what we do every morning when we wake-up, usually over a cup of strong coffee.

As soon as thou scatterest them they are even as a sleep:

And fade away suddenly like the grass.
In the morning it is green, and groweth up:
But in the evening it is cut down, dried up, and withered.
Thou turnest man to destruction: again thou sayest,
Come again, ye children of men.
For a thousand years in thy sight are but as yesterday:

Seeing that is past as a watch in the night. —Psalm xc