Have you heard about the tiny skeletons appearing on the streets of Mexico?
Urban artist Isaac Cordal can tell you about them. He created them. The following quote is from his website, which has a link following this blog:
“These small sculptures contemplate the demolition and reconstruction of everything around us. They catch the attention of the absurdity of our existence. Isaac Cordal is sympathetic toward his little people and you can empathize with their situations, their leisure time, their waiting for buses and even their more tragic moments such as accidental death, suicide or family funerals. The sculptures can be found in gutters, on top of buildings, on top of bus shelters; in many unusual and unlikely places.”
He sure is making a statement and maybe that is different for everyone who views them. Simply put, he’s encapsulating the tapestry which frames the human condition, isn’t he? Literally and figuratively speaking, we’ve all got skeletons inside us. There are facets to people’s everyday lives, Isaac shows us, which are universal. Millions of people are navigating the same planet that we too are navigating, each of us with our own unique views and expressions to add to the brain plumage of our fellow travelers. So many travelers have gone before us and leave behind fragments, relics, mysteries for us to decipher.
Like for example, the ship found under the World Trade Center. (See link following this blog) A historic 18th century wooden ship was indeed found there. It’s believed by archaeologists to have sailed (carrying British to the New World) in the 1770s during the time of the Revolutionary War. The 32 foot long vessel, found under Ground Zero, is thought to have been purposefully put there along with other debris- to ‘fill in’ land. This 1770s sailing vessel would not have been unearthed if not for the tragedy that occurred there.
Deep in the recesses of our individual brains we’ve metaphorically speaking; got our own mysterious versions of this 1770s sailing vessel.
Most of our own buried relics (regret, remorse, the innocence of childhood, to name a few) lay entombed indefinitely.
Let me tell you about two men named Arno Penzias and Robert Woodrow Wilson, who were experimenting with a super-sensitive antenna built to detect radio waves bounced off Echo balloon satellites. To measure these faint radio waves, they had to eliminate all recognizable interference from their receiver. They removed the effects of radar and radio broadcasting, and suppressed interference from the heat in the receiver itself by cooling it with liquid helium to −269 °C, only 4 K above absolute zero.
That science talk is hard to decipher. I know these men detected a low, steady hum. An unexplainable noise they couldn’t account for. You see, they theorized that the Big Bang which created the Universe must’ve emitted astounding bursts of radiation. Was this the reason for the hum? “Cosmic microwave background radiation” is what appeared to be happening here which could prove their theory, but first, as scientists must do; they had to eliminate any possible source of interference. They discovered nests of pigeons and vast amounts of droppings on their equipment. If they removed it, maybe the hum would go away? So they cleared away the poop from the antennas. One of the men is known to have said,
“We’re either listening to the effects of pigeon poop or we are hearing the creation of the Universe.”
(The latter was correct, they won a Nobel Prize.)
But isn’t that the way of the world?
I ask myself every day, “Am I dealing with poop here, or am I not seeing something really profound?”
Most times it’s a little of both.
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Isaac Cordal: http://cementeclipses.com/
cosmic background radiation: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Discovery_of_cosmic_microwave_background_radiation