Telescoping time ...
Among the honorees were in most cases descendants of those honored, added to by those still living. Please go to Mario's website for the complete story and photos of the event. The sculptures were inspired by the tragedy of September 11th and took ten years to complete. The centerpiece stands 40 feet tall and will be installed during the first part of 2012. I can hardly wait, having had a chance to visit his studio where the work is proceeding on schedule.
... and here I am spanning the generations with these three iconic young American women.
So many generations since the time of their family ancestors (and me), but Chiodo managed with his magnificent sculptures to capture the essence of what it means to be human -- that potential for greatness which resides in each of us, and that -- for the most part -- lies dormant; untapped. In an odd way, those giant figures -- though dwarfing those of us who stood in awe before them -- were extraordinary ordinary people -- their humanity made manifest not only in these great bronze images, but in the aura of their descendants as well, if only because we endowed them with inherited greatness. In our quiet conversation, Juliana spoke with humility of how many years it took to ease her way into her iconic surname -- and that she has only recently felt -- not only the honor of being a Roosevelt -- but the heavy responsibility the name imposes.
Wish I were a poet at times like this. But there is out there somewhere, a word artist or musician who will one day sit in the shadow of those stunning figures and give voice or notes and lyrics to what is beyond my ability to express; will marry their artistry to that of Mario Chiodo and the result will be magnificent beyond measure! I'm certain of it.
And, most meaningfully, what is not extraordinary in Oakland and the Greater Bay Area is the fact that we were all together as equals in a social situation, something their illustrious ancestors could hardly have dreamed of. During the time of Bridges, Roosevelt, Korematsu (only 70 years ago - less than my lifetime), I cannot imagine under what circumstances this would have been possible. Regrettably, this probably can't be said for some parts of the country or the world still, but here -- in this place -- though unspoken, differences are no longer merely tolerated, but celebrated.
This brilliant sculptor, Mario Chiodo, has marked the place indelibly where this, above all else, is the living truth.