As the “Monkeyface” project became my primary artistic output, I began finding a need for closure. I felt the urge to make a sculpture, not nurture a lifestyle. I am left with more questions and less answers concerning impermanence. I have leaned on this project as my practice of buddhism has developed and now that my practice has stalled I don’t feel the urgency to be surrounded by living proof of change. The proof is inevitable. I question how literally I took this notion. The Monkeyfaces were my Bodhi Trees and it’s naive and irresponsible to accept the fact that I will outlive my living proof. So this final Monkeyface is only the proposition of a planter. It will never be subjected to the decay and maintenance inevitable when you facilitate living things. It is archival and final. I do not wish to ask questions of sustainability and continuation in the material form of art. If I did I would be martyring myself to documentation. The artist, the gardener, and the hiker would be wise to not engage in these activities at the same time. I am now choosing to take as step back and separate these areas of interest.