all head, no shoulders.

after almost a whole year in the
Folk Life & Liberty Fortress,
the time has finally arrived.
with box cutters and broadsheets,
the woodsly warrior crew spent the afternoon
creating the first compound-bound obligatory big head:

seven separate corrugated carboard crates,
combined with sixty or so crumpled newspaper-based flesh gobbets,
and about 250 yards of duct tape.
by the time we got this far,
it was dinner time.
and starting to rain a litle tiny bit.
so it stalled out, for the time being,
at the silver surfer stage of assembly.
for those of you (both of you?)
who still remember the big head tree-spirit guardians,
the ones from yesterdays-gone-by,
then you know i've got to get this 4 1/2 ' dome of dominance
up into a tree once it's painted.
it's big.
it's a head.
it's a plenty big head.
and it's hollow.
so it doesn't weigh a ton,
so there's that to be grateful for.
also, that arched glass doorway is SO sexy,
so there's that, too.
more progress than regress,
more elation than deflation,
more and more of this.
maybe not the most beautiful,
but always the biggest.
larger-than-life,
unless we're talking about Folk Life.
then,
it's just the right size:
enormous;
never quiet, never soft.....