Born from the womb of a man, this piece of art speaks to the transcendence, and stillness of time.  Sturdy like the pillars of Rome this work will stand in posterity attesting to our greatness as the kings of the start of the third millennia.

We know not why he created it, or how, all we know is that he did.  The back is thick, and sturdy like the back of so many hard working Americans.  The form is coherent yet scattered like our daily lives.  The center diamond like granite tile asserts itself with such bravado that you can’t dare to look into it or anyway from it.  It is the heart of the piece, the lifeblood.  A lightning bolt of quartz or some other mineral streaks through it with the vitality of all mankind.

The smaller fragmented pieces are separated, yet held together on one solid plank.    They represent the various stages or our life.  Seeming distant, yet interconnected.  The crossword like designs speak to our intelligence.  The linear design symbolizes progress, and the arrows point to infinity.

This work will effect the future of American society, how, I am not sure.  It should hang in every union hall, every city hall, every hospital, and every firehouse.  It stands for not just one man, but for one society, the great society.  Its code, its ethics, may not be understood by outsiders, but its encrypted message can be deciphered by any true American heart now, or an eternity from now.

An original work done by James Horn.

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There are times in life when words fall away, the mind clears, and one’s sense, pure, unadulterated by the burden of language are free to simply experience. This masterpiece of Modern-American-Sports-Arena-Multimedia-Material allowed me just such a virginal purity of experience.

It’s because of this that I feel incapable of utilizing language in order to review or even describe the work in question. One could write ten thousand words on the subject only to have them washed of meaning and made useless upon a single viewing.

Realizing my limitations I concluded that the only way to properly garner opinion on the piece would be seek the impression of another. What follows is the dialogue from my request.

Me [yelling upstairs]: Hayley [my sister] I need you to watch something and give me your impression on it.

Hayley: What do I think of The Depression?

Me: Yeah what do you think of The Depression and it’s causes. An imbalance of debt to savings or what?

Hayley: What?

Me: I NEED YOU TO WATCH SOMETHING JUST GET DOWN HERE!

[She gets down here]

Me: OK, I want you to watch this and just tell me what you feel, what you think…

[I play the masterpiece]

Hayley: Is this against global warming?

Me: …

Hayley: Isn’t he like angry about it?

Me: It’s the introduction played in the arena for a Fairbanks Alaska Hockey team.

Hayley: Oh.

[She leaves]

Conclusion: the world is not fit nor deserving of such perfect art as this.

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