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                      |  The background to the impressive Laura sculpture at 
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                      | I 
                        have a ritual when I’m looking blankly at a blank 
                        Word page with no idea what I’m going to write about 
                        in this month’s P&W. It rarely helps by the 
                        way, but in any event I go to the New Yorker website and 
                        consume as many cartoons as I can get for free, desperately 
                        looking for some cartoonish inspiration. This time round I notice there’re even more anti-Trump 
                        cartoons, which is probably about a 50/50 ratio with the 
                        regulation off-the-wall New Yorker-style cartoons of which 
                        I’m particularly fond, and I’m disappointed 
                        with this Trump fetish because the Donald is intrinsically 
                        such an easy target. I’m inclined to believe the 
                        New Yorker is aligned with some of the other conservative 
                        American press in their incessant railing against Trump, 
                        principally because they all so comprehensively failed 
                        to see it coming.
 Anyway, while casting about for some more cartoons I caught 
                        sight of a picture of a monument in an article about the 
                        Provincetown (Massachusetts) Aids Memorial, which is one 
                        of quite a few recently dedicated around the States apparently. 
                        I’m not sure there are any such memorials in Australia, 
                        but the subject matter wasn’t what caught my attention.
 It was a picture heading the article of a skillfully hewn 
                        giant stone slab in memorial of the many Aids victims 
                        who gravitated to the town during the crisis years in 
                        the ‘80s and where many of whom subsequently died.
 The top of the slab looks like the surface of a lake or 
                        sea, indeed the stone’s inscription reads ‘a 
                        unique moment in the living ocean.’ Because the 
                        nature of stone is so opposite to the fluidity of water 
                        it caught my attention, but on reflection I suppose it’s 
                        no different to the classical tradition of lifelike renderings 
                        of flesh and bone from marble first practised by Greek 
                        artists from 500 BC and perhaps perfected by Michelangelo 
                        and his contemporaries in the Renaissance.
 Maria and I visited the Rodin exhibition while we were 
                        in Paris. Having never seen any work by Rodin previously 
                        I was astonished at his ability to transform inert stone 
                        into flesh and bone, adding character and movement to 
                        the equation. Anyway, it’s not often I have cause 
                        to admire the sheer craftsmanship in a sculpture these 
                        days – I’m much more likely to be simply unmoved 
                        or even slightly annoyed.
 If you check July’s A Separate Reality 
                        page you’ll see that M and I visited the Sculpture 
                        Park at the Pt Leo Estate (that the Apple Maps’ 
                        woman on the GPS insisted was the P T Leo Estate) – 
                        but in fact we visited it twice within a couple of weeks! 
                        The second visit wasn’t entirely duplication – 
                        the first time around the sculpture park the wind was 
                        howling and it was very cold and we took some short cuts, 
                        meaning that on our second visit we discovered we’d 
                        missed a good third of the sculptures). read 
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