BRICK ON BRICK

Muddy is the name I have chosen as password of my blog in order to remember the
Simon’work.
He has built brick on brick his imaginary world, the city and its architecture and art,despite their differences, always reflect and echo each other.
I can imagine using tweezers to lay those minuscule briks. In the same way I have written word after word on my posts, like an architecture that describes meeting places between the subject and the group.
You can see Simon’s work as very precious. Because when image is son strong, when they are destroyed there is a tremendous sense of loss.
As soon as someone wants to posses it or take it away they destroy it.
Simon built on niches in crumbling briks walls, high up on ledges, or in trenches ans broken gutters.
Besides the fact that the work is a public event that communities accept with curiosity, enthusiasm, and a strange apparent respect and understanding of Simonds’s effort. He work when he feels like it. He travel with his materials in a bag. Finding a likely spot he first contours the location with a foundation of clay and the builds bildings, walls, enclouures, etc. of tiny dried clay briks, dipped in water and placed with dental forceps.
His architecture seems reminiscent Indian pueblos, but remains stranely contiguous with the structures around it.
The heart of his work lies in his being at home with creation which lends too a generalized notion of Man the creator and created, out of the earth created and on the earth to create.
Sometimes Muddy feels like mud briks and try to evoke periods in his history that were, without doubts, more poetics than the present, Muddy try increases his desire to live like poet.