Dirigible Docks

Artist Statement

Dirigible Docks Oddly contoured gas cells float precariously-loosely tethered to a complex docking tower. Cool, steely blue light illuminates the docking tower control room windows. Beneath bulbous gas bags, cradled by the docking arms, is suspended the air-born salon of ill-repute. Girdered in ancient history, the navigation gondola dangles from rusty cables. Originally sent aloft in splendor and finery, the artists of word, song and image expounded their word to gilded patrons among the clouds. As the centuries, dark with weather, rent the hull with rust and damage, the interior fell dilapidated and home to odd dignitaries whose escorts became of increasingly strange desires. “… lot of crazed iron work! Patched together rooms sailing over the land. Warriors and strumpet queens gathered in velvet parlours drinking absinthe…floating in ramshackle terror!” -excerpt from the journal or a rigger aboard the dirigible Air Salon Steve Storz, 1996