Made from stringing 50,000 Styrofoam cup bottoms along a single piece of monofilament, Knot (for Frank) sits as evidence of doing, of wonder (how big would 50,000 pieces become), and of good old fashioned stubbornness, despite my 70 year old neighbor (Frank) asking me again, day after day, "why the hell I do what I do". 

For the beauty of it. I do this for the beauty of it. 

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