Showing posts with label solitude. Show all posts
Showing posts with label solitude. Show all posts

Monday, 13 April 2015

the solace of the arid lands

last week i took some time away from the whirled 
and headed northward to the Observatory
where a most satisfactory collection is slowly on the increase
 encompassing contributions from the UK, the USA, Denmark and Spain
as well as from across the length and breadth of the wide brown land
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there's still time to join in the solace project 
or
if you prefer, create your own. i'm happy to share the idea.
grateful to those who have sent pieces, thank you.
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people have been enquiring whether they may come and assist with the installation. 
the short answer is simply, no. 
the Observatory can only accommodate two persons, 
has no electricity or running water (meaning no showers or food cooling either)
cooking is done with an old wood stove
sparingly burning twigs to heat the kettle for tea
and while there is a pit toilet, it is not available to the public as 
when it fills i shall have to dig a fresh one and 
that's not a thought that fills me with delight. 

solace will be installed at the southern mid-winter solstice 
and (i hope) be available for viewing from June 23
it will remain in place indefinitely. 
i will document it photographically through various weathers and as promised, collate the images (together with the poem formed from all of your words) into a book.

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the sunrises and sunsets here are equally beautiful
the view of the stars at night is unequalled 
(and nigh on impossible to capture with a batfone)
the arid lands are a perfect place for clearing thoughts
(the Dog decided that my clearing needed further intervention)
it's good to travel with a friend.




on the way home we stopped at the Arid Lands Botanic Gardens
to see how 'elegy' was faring

after which certain wee dog washed the dust of the desert off
with a swim at the top end of Spencer Gulf









Monday, 16 June 2014

Thursday, 17 October 2013

at the tin thimble


here at the Tin Thimble in Loomis
we have been gathering windfall in the main street
devising marks to identify each piece of cloth


stringing a story [thank you Sandra for letting me adopt the clothesline to hang clues]


cooking bundles in a fabulous copper pot


eating delicious lunches made by Violette



and sharing a big table
on which to reveal the magic


and again i've had the chance to meet people
with whom i have corresponded in the past
as well as
catch up with some folk
i've encountered before

Monday, 15 July 2013

homeward bound

wandering the streets of Yerba Buena
gathering this and that
watched by dogs
some that don't care
and some
that seem quite concerned
i visit the subject of one of my tattoos
[and debate whether to leave the property owners
a note : the ivy and fig are gaining on my jasmine!]
the pavements retain archeological evidence
of string long gone
and as ever, + marks the spot
a paint squiggle
is echoed in wire fragments
that become rubbings
with the help of a rather substantial graphite stick
[shown here with my teapot to give a sense of scale]
which i purchased at that fabulous art supply store on Pacifica
along with some nice Fabiano paper [at reduced price]
with which i am making a journal to take to
 all this wandering 
required a rest at my favourite cafe
happily unchanged since 1976
later, on the long walk back to my camp in Japantown
i found some birds
who decided to join me
and
a lost heart
but
it wasn't mine


Friday, 2 November 2012

Louisiana



i've been laying low in the Louisiana woods
like Brer Rabbit in the brier patch
only in far greater comfort, enjoying friendship,
solitude, peace and dog-therapy
far from wild winds
and multitudes

 
 
 
today i began to settle into my workspace[s] at NOCCA

 

and pinned a few things on the wall




now to see where it takes me.

Friday, 19 October 2012

Saturday, 21 July 2012

gone

i'm off
to my special place.
you might find me here


or here


looking for 'stone folders' for my students
or
stacking rocks
or
applying seawater-as-mordant to my dress made of Alabama Chanin organic cotton [which i have very nearly finished stitching together]
or

just looking out for this schooner i first saw
in 1976




i was on the headlands
and the Aldebaran [i'm pretty sure it was the same boat]
passed under the bridge
- there's proof in my slides, if only i could find them -
[images above thieved from a Bay area sailing site]

i'll be back sometime
with stories
and
perhaps
the odd splash of colour