My sculptures never end up the way I envision them at first. No matter how much I plan or imagine them before getting started, I end up heading in a different direction after only a few sessions in the studio. It’s probably like that for most people, though I do think enviously of those painters whose sketches and studies show they did indeed know what they were doing before they did it.
That’s not for me I guess. Robert Burns put it well in 1785:
The best-laid schemes o’ mice an’ men
Gang aft agley
Whatever that means.
Oh well. It’s really not something to lament. Creating things—sculptures, tables, fried rice—is always an argument between what’s imaginable and what’s possible, given limits of medium or of skill, or both. Fortunate accidents play their part.
What I imagined for the tubes you see coming together below was a random-like assembly fashioned into a cube only by slicing cross sections in six planes. (Back to the cross sections from earlier work.) That plan has changed, fallen victim to the realities of my method of construction and to an arguably better idea to make it more vertical and leave fewer of the tubes open on their ends. Taking a cross section on only one plane should give it a stronger focus and more prominent display of the contrast between carefully aligned joints and haphazardly shaped ellipses.
At least that’s the plan for now.