No. 134: Plumbob Down. At first he reveled in the infallible vertical truth of his big cast iron plumbob. But it wasn't long before its unfailing rectitude began to make him restless ("mankind cannot bear too much reality," as T.S. Eliot had once reminded us). Sometimes, it's correctness began to seem almost smug. He knew mere objects couldn't express superiority, but he felt this quietly self-sufficient plumbob somehow did. So he took it down. As it lay now on his studio floor, he began to feel that while the ballistic plumbob itself was a bit oppressive, he really loved its hanger and the way it had been so carefully wrapped with hemp rope. The thing was no longer a plumbob now, but a freestanding two-part sculpture, with one heavy, dense part and one evanescent part. The wrapped hanger reminded him of the work of sculptor Kai Chan, and so, in his mind, he dedicated that part of the piece to him.