Crazy Horse.

Yesterday we stopped and saw the Crazy Horse Memorial. I hadn't seen it in more than 30 years.
The last time I was there, there was only an out line and the plaster model of the  sculpture. The sculpture is now Ziolkowki's dream come true. It is passionate and beautiful. The artist never requested or accepted any government money. In order to keep your dream your own you can't make any deals with the devil.
I am not a fan of figurative statuary but Crazy Horse is the real deal. The energy and focus of the family and the people that have worked on it is evident in the resonance of the sculpture.
We continued on down the road and went to Mt. Rushmore. After crazy Horse Rushmore was stiff, formal and American in not the best sense. It is big and it is framed to let you know you are going to be seeing something important. It felt flat for me and the family. But it did succeed in the American way as a celebration of Super sizing.  The sculpture lacks grace the grace of Crazy Horse or the passion and it is clumsy by comparison. But Lily did get a great foot long Hot Dog at the snack bar.
We ended our day driving from Rapid city to the Bad Land's on high way 44. The ride is an invitation to experience the moon on earth. Beautiful and wonderfully other worldly. The camp ground is near empty and beautiful. Tomorrow - Wall Drug and Maybe the Corn Palace. I love South Dakota.