A young David Medalla once wrote a series of prose poems that referenced the creation of fantasy sculptures that would breathe, perspire, cough, laugh, yawn, smirk, wink, pant, dance, walk and crawl. They would walk among humans and roam the earth like migratory birds or intercontinental missiles flying at nine times the speed of sound. A few would even set out for space, zipping past planetary bodies and discovering wondrous new galaxies.
“To cross interstellar space ... accumulating as they wing along, asteroids, meteorites, magnetic fields, interstellar germs...of a new life...on the way from our galaxy to the Spiral Nebula ... Mmmmmmmm,” he wrote.
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