32 Hours 7 Minutes

Cory takes off  for  a couple of weeks, and all of a sudden she’s e-mailing pics of enormous pieces of 32 Hours 7 Minutes sand art.

Save for the mashed potato bust,  sand sculpture ranks tops in my mind as an artform.  It’s ephemeral, it’s daring, and chicks go wild for it.  So apparently Brent Terry, the creator of the 32 Hours 7 Minutes hinge has got it figured out.  Now, I know we all have an uncle who makes "the best sand castles," but I don’t see him coming out with an anatomically correct naked sea-nymph any time soon.  Am I right?  (If you are Brent Terry’s neice or nephew, please disregard that last comment, as your uncle obviously did come out with an anatomically correct sea-nymph (pictured below)). 

Anyway, Terry did a hell of a job on the 32:07 piece, and I like the conceptual route he took.  Here’s what he had to say about his process:

"This sand sculpture admittedly was a peculiar one, but had huge public interest because it was so different than anything else on the beach. I was trying to highlight precision and exactness amid potential danger, instead of racing at high speeds, and this is the direction I went.

With more than 10,000 people on the beach last weekend (six more weekends left) there wasn’t a single person that had anything negative to say about the transcontinental record. In fact, there were many supporters that knew of the early runs and/or Alex’s run, and were very interested in your documentary. The sculpture will remain in place through October 19th and look forward to people mentioning they saw your film title, carved in sand, in Harrison Hot Springs, Canada."