When he enters a display window at theArtCenter/South Florida
on June 6, artistDavid Zalben
will reveal how he alters time. For 45 nights straight, he plans to work in view of the public to produce a poem in his preferred medium: thick metal wire. Beginning after nightfall, Zalben, a thin, elvish man who stands just over 5 feet, will manipulate hundreds of feet of 16-gauge wire by hand to give physical form to his stream-of-consciousness poetry.
As he bends the wire to form one letter at a time, he also bends time as a writer. Molding the stiff but flexible metal tube allows him to enter a zone where time slows to a different, almost other-dimensional pace. While people in the world beyond the window type at computers, tap out text messages on their phones, or scribble in notepads, Zalben will need several minutes just to finish a single word.
He has already begun this poem, he says, pointing out several phrases in a coil of black cursive words sitting on the floor under his desk in his second-floor studio at the ArtCenter. "I'm going to have a lot of wire in [the window] to start," he says from behind his worn, dark, wooden desk filled with clutter. "I think, visually, it would be unfair for people to look in there, and it's just nothing, so I want to give a sense of what I'm creating."
His poetry usually begins in a small hardcover notebook, which sits
among the detritus covering his desk. He gives it a long, firm pat,
covering it completely with his small but rough hand. Though he does
start his poems in longhand in the notebook, it does not match the place
of creation he finds himself when he writes by wire. "Sometimes when
I'm writing I'll slow down, and I'll stop and have to think about what I
have to say next that relates to what I just said, so the pace is
haphazard," he explains.
Once he has the poem written in his notebook, the part he looks forward
to most comes when he has to spell it out using the wire, which hardware
stores sell by the pound. "I just use my hands and clippers to cut it
and crimp it in certain areas," he says, noting that working in the
medium does not hurt his hands at all. However, he says, he has been
producing his wire art, which also includes imagery, for over a decade.
Fresher hands should be warned.
Though his poems mostly end up neatly laid out in short lines mounted on
a wall, the creation of this stream-of-consciousness poem will happen
in the wire. In the moments he is aware of earth time, he considers 15
minutes long enough to finish a longer word. However, he says, "other times I'm
in this wonderful zone, and it's just flowing so perfectly."
His creation often trumps grammar and spelling. Though he admits it
sometimes frustrates him, he is more excited to find himself capturing
the emotion of the idea in the way the words look. "For example, I was
doing this one," he says and turns to a poem mounted on the white wall
behind his desk. "This is a love poem about a woman I am crazy about,
and I started getting drunk, and I saw that the letters were getting
bigger ... so my state of mind at the moment connects to what the words
look like, and I just find that fascinating."
Though he has a starting point in that jumble of ideas and phrases
coiled under his desk, how he will fit the final piece into the small
window on the corner of the ArtCenter, facing the parade of visitors to
the Lincoln Road Mall, remains unknown. "It's going to be ceiling to
floor and wherever which way it goes," he says. "Wire has a life of its
own sometimes. You can bend it and manipulate it the way you want, but
when you undo it, if it goes in a certain way, I'm going to let it flow
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like that. I'm not going to try and manipulate it too much ... so it's
just going to keep growing like a jungle vine of wordage."
Zalben begins his wire poetry project in the ArtCenter windows June 6, and expects to finish by July 16.