Essay on the Confused Yet Creative Incomplete Open Cube

Sol LeWitt (American, 1928-2007)


Struggling to find a way out, itching to escape, trying to find any possible way to get out. Yet, there is no way. Closed at this end, open near the other. One exit lies beside another, but there is no way to come free. Why is the Incomplete Open Cube incomplete? How is it incomplete? Sol LeWitt is the artist of this confused yet creative cube. One brilliant mind, some painted aluminum, and a design so impossible and indescribable comes alive.

If the incomplete open cube is just a vision, only some of us can really imagine its amazing qualities. Only some of us can really think about and really know what it is all about. Seeing that escapism could be a possible theme of the incomplete open cube, we see it and just think of it as merely just a idiotic sculpture, or as the artist prefers to call it, a structure. A structure that we might think why one mindless artist might have sculpted for no apparent reason that we as humans with picky characteristics might stop and look at. Or, one might think so. Others, on the other hand might halt in front of it and think: what is this? Why is this important? Why did the artist make this wonderful or stupid creation, because as we see today, it has ended up in a very famous museum. Even though the creation has made it this far, why has it been created? Or, what might the artist be feeling when he made this? Was Sol LeWitt in depression? Was he trying to escape from someone or something? What was he trying to express? Sol LeWitt has created a miracle that only few might see as a miracle and few might see as a pointless piece of art.

So, who really was the mastermind behind this memorable masterpiece? Sol LeWitt, 1928-2007 was a thoughtful artist. Creating these three dimensional structures was his passion. Since most of his work has been abstract three dimensional figures, the question is where did he get his inspiration? Sol LeWitt's different yet outstanding ideas for these structures was creating open objects that expressed himself and just thinking open ever since he started being an artist. Seeing that this was his inspiration, we now know the secret of the Incomplete Open Cube.

In my own words, the Incomplete Open Cube, as I have now learned is just the artist's way of thinking open, his way of expressing how he felt when he first started being an artist. Unlike my thoughts at first, how somehow the artist was trying to escape. However, it was really just Sol LeWitt trying to feel alive through his art. Creating structures like these really express how he feels.

Summer Solstice

The sun's extending rays hit me in the eyes. The bright yellow stings my pupils, blinds me. Yet, only a few things pass my mind. The sun is out, the sprinklers are running, and school has moved away for two months. It is the start of the season phenomenon, the Summer Solstice. Sunscreen, swimsuit, and slippers; headed to the never ending supply of water and the million brown grains on the ground known as sand. When my feet touch the sand, I feel in peace with the world. As the water rushes towards my feet, my body starts to tingle. I feel so relaxed. The fresh aqua is warm and the sand starts to eat my toes away. I kneel down waiting for the blast of ocean in my face; lie back and think of the great times about this Summer. However, in a handful of months, the water and sand will somehow transform into snow and ice.

Secrets of Snow

A white blanket of wonder lies outside; outside lies a thick layer of white. White is happiness. White is bright. White is the single secret in the Winter known as snow. It is as fluffy as the new pillow that has just been bought. It is as quiet as the needle drop. It is as white as a perfect cloud. The first snowfall of the season sprinkles over town and creeps into the neighborhood. Snowflakes shower down as if the sky is my showerhead. White, winter, wind, wonders, world; the many words starting with "W". Snow will keep falling, accumulating, pouring down; the sky has no limit. Secrets are still buried within the layers of soft ice. My hand touches gently, picks up a few subtle snowflakes, and simply let them fly away with the wind. Wherever my boots swipe the snow, marks are left signifying my presence. Look outside, snowflakes are still flying in the sky, falling from above, and gliding from one place to the other. Alongside my happiness, I sense that the wind is resting, the trees are still, and the white wonders of the world surround me. Peace, quiet, and a smile; simply the secrets of snow.

Waffle

Author's Note: I was eating a Belgian waffle on Sunday and then I got my inspiration. Since I had my laptop in front of me, I just started typing...Enjoy!  

Waffle

Warm, square, toasted,

The golden breakfast lies in front of me.

Checkered patterns,

not soft, yet not crunchy.

It is a golden miracle, the waffle.

Either frozen or taken the shape of batter;

either square or round;
either Belgian or American;

A waffle is my life.