Growing up, Dad measured my height in our basement on a gray pole. At the age of 14 we moved and one of things I was most sad about was leaving the pole behind. When I saw this video, instant memories came back as well as thinking how beautiful this installation of art is.
I'm sure "my" pole has been painted over by now just as this art can't last forever. I guess it's the memories and impact that means the most. I love the way art moves us, molds us and makes us who we are.
Happy Sunday,
-Sara