i wondered, as i looked up, if a wind ... any wind ... could shake and rattle the bones together, as plastic as they are. and if the bones were shaked and rattled, that the creature would come to life out of within. or perhaps, it is just me who wants these creatures to climb off their suspending ropes and swim amongst us. in their majesty, some at forty-nine feet in length, it's hard not to feel small and insignficant ... and extremely fortunate to have shared the earth with such creatures, man-made or not. the construct of mother nature's children with the construct of man's invention is an expression of the artist as he collides two seemingly different commodities. underneath the gently swaying product of such a collision, one cannot help but wonder ... are we all doomed to be commodisized?