Entropy and My Personal String Theory

It is now for the third time that I tackle the essay titled Entropy and Art, by Rudolf Arnheim. I was making headway during the first two passes on this small but potent book before I got the idea to give my copy to an artist whose work I adore. I could have left it at that and walked away from trying to figure out the discrepancies in the Second Law of Thermodynamics. I could have read a nice little fluffy novel over the holidays. I could have worked on my languages, grant writing, art production, or plankton research. I could have done a lot of things, but what I ended up doing was seeking yet another volume and I now curse Amazon for this.

Half way through pass number 3 on the essay, I come into a box of string. I should say a giant tub of hundreds of yards of yarns and string. It gave me a great chance to vent on something methodical. I decided that I would begin with constructing a series of totems, then proceeded to en robe that recent newspaper article (where I was misquoted) in several hundred yards of string. I felt quite liberated in the creation of this soccer ball sized time capsule.