FLOAT

FLOAT

Wandering along the canals while wondering how to approach The Canal and River trust, I thought it would be good to make something to show them.  Willow grows along the canals and rivers naturally, most Willows like wet feet. While looking and thinking this surreal apple comes  floating along in the canal. So the idea for Float was born.

floating apple

Willow is such a brilliant material, you can make so many things with it.  It has evolved by creating lots of growing hormones, rooting powder used to be made from Willow. It grows quick back after cutting it back, even when you cut it back to the ground. Willow is on the menu for many animals so to survive all this eating it just grows.

float bridge

twisted willow knotted together

I made a Willow bridge by twisting some Willow branches together, which will grow one day as one. The surrounding branches were cut to make in a floating piece of art. Taking and giving while knotting the bridge together with jute. The knotting can be very relaxing almost like a therapy to work out all your problems in your head by drifting away  like the apple going where ever the streaming takes you.

float knot closeup

closeup from the knot

The towpath along the canal has a walking trail called the Weavers Way. So the Willow branches were woven into a kind of fence. An Apple would have been lovely but hard to make into a drifting poem. Now the poem would be a problem which material to use to make it float, a floating poem as part of my many land-art poems. I use slate to write on but is a bit heavy.

willow weaving

The poem became a Haiku with 5-7-5 syllabus in 3 lines.

FLOAT

for a better mood

drifting to solitude

an apple moves

float with apple

Autumn created one big drifting circus on the canal with fallen leaves. Float with leaves and apple into the water but leaves and apple float faster than willow and slate.  The apple became a party for the geese, how to eat a floating apple.

float geese

 

geese party

 

 

 

apple gone

Leaves and float did meet again at the lock, than some final preparations to make the float look more like a boat and the final FLOAT floats away on the canal.

float in leaves at sluis/lock

float at the lock

 

floating land art

 

 

final float

the string to stop it from floating out of control *_*

The Canal and River Trust and boater will not like to see more debris floating in the water. The propellers on the boat get stuck with all these bits and pieces around them. So Float ended up as a fence and in the future will become a living fence as the Willow starts to grow.

float als fence

standing strong as a growing fence

Willow is very good material for free trees to plant as land art for the Bridge project, it is like growing art material for weaving willow sculptures or arty baskets. No matter how much you cut it it will come back and give you more material for art.

float closeup

closeup

 

So became the beginning of planting land art with poems. Now put it all together for a good proposal towards the Canal and River Trust to get permission to do the work.
The material is free, my time is all for promotion of Wånderlust the floating gallery. I am therefor very hopeful to get the permission, to prevent that all them wonderful young trees will get mowed or trimmed to the ground.

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CLOUT

CLOUT

telling a visual story of, a cold early morning glory
yesterday feels as old, as the centre of the earth
hands cramped, writing down some lousy words, for a fly to understand
as others search, for meanings, inside a church
the bird flies, silent, in a scream, as she knows, what we don’t see

 

grass sun

a tear falling, in a memory
as the wind, ripples the stream
oooh cloud, go away, i don’t want your drops, of gold as they, blister my nails
let her walk down the fields, as the wind tears the eyes of teal

cloutsurreal

it makes no sense, to see all that unreal
disappearing, sincere
not too long, as you blast the gong, for the last verse

cloutwindripple

 

stumbling feet go ahead, through the muddy slit
where is the rubber, where is the gum
ach let it go
the
delusion of surreal

what i don’t want to see, you will see
surreal doesn’t have to be, a dream