Installation

Yes, it's moving week and I am still blogging. Can you tell that Cana is in the bottom of this picture and she's sort of under the Space Needle? That fence in back of her is what I was just thinking about---it is after 10:30 and she has, I think, just walked down to Bennett Park, perhaps for her last time, perhaps for her last time in a long time. It's a city park here in Liberty, with all the things city parks have---swings (Cana likes to swing); tennis courts; walking trails, and even a skate park, where Caleb said he's heard meth deals go down---oh lovely--so why did I let Cana go out down there? Because of the fence. She has been working for a couple of months on what artists call an "installation"---this one to be placed and laced and intertwined in the fence that surrounds the park. She has knitted an incredibly long tube of ... knitting? Sort of like a cord that is about three inches wide, and she has been planning to go put in through, in, up and down, and around the fence down there, and since this may be her last night here, at least for a long while, she has gone to do it. Her art teacher at KCA encouraged it, and for I do to. It is a liberating thing, somehow, this installation thing---of course someone can remove it easilly, not like graffiti, which my son also tells me is considered an art form now. What is it that is pleasing to me about this thing that Cana is doing? For one thing, it's one of the few things she has finished that she started...but it's more than that. She is interacting with a static, cold, restrictive thing called a fence (okay, I know boundaries are good, but go with me) and she is making it something, if not beautiful, then something original, something creatively new and distinctive. And she thought of it all by herself. And it just seems like both a very Cana thing to do, and a very Cox-Johnson thing to do too. She is impacting the secular blandness of a very ordinary fence, that people probably don't even notice much, and making it into a work of art. I hope somehow along in my ministry, I have been a conduit for the Holy SPirit, and have helped people to notice the holy in the mundane, some times even in startling ways which causes them to look at the world with new eyes. Anyway, I think it's neat...I just hope the cops don't pick her up...