words
of reactionary
feelings flow down the line
CleGYR Boia rock from Boia
how it was
how it became
a bubble inside grass
circle upon circle
number 40 and 4
connected in 9
circles
each with their own
story line
Gossammer
hard core soil
boiled under pressure
for growth
rock upon rock
1 step
stick in reverse
web of tiny lines
dew shivers
rose shelter
growth under passion
holding life within life
without meaning
without desire
spiky cloak cover
hide
Going from a poem inside the drop towards the conversation on the ground.
LandArt
As there is not much more to say i share some great sites to explore:
The idea is not new but old, planting a garden is art, illustrating that garden is art, telling stories about that garden is art, taking a photo of that garden is art, hiding in that garden is art.
and
https://herbariumworld.wordpress.com/2018/04/23/the-herbarium-aesthetic-form-and-beauty/
why we do what we do, why not
and
when you need some rest
tock de rock
till next week
The Land Art ‘movement’ never wrote a manifesto like other art movements. You can therefor find as many different definitions of Land Art as there are land art artists.
Land Art Poem
The following definition inspired me into a new thinking in 2009:
“Land Art is a conversation with nature/landscape, questioning our (human) relationship with the land and nature, to articulate the experience of landscape and nature.”
Perhaps the conversation between me and nature became literal, in the meaning of actual, by writing with and in the landscape the feelings it aroused in me.
There were it happens
An other much used definition comes from ‘Ben Tufnell’ in his book ‘Land Art’ :
– Land Art is the use of art to enact or articulate a direct, non-pictorial engagement with landscape and nature, or to re-order our response to place, landscape or nature.
The photos here are the documentation of the art but not the Land Art.
When you look at both definitions you see the word articulate, which means so much as expressing oneself ‘clearly’ or speaking ‘clearly’.
Expressing oneself has everything to do with putting in words or show an emotion.
Words do disappear like nature these days.
disappearing
My response: Nature does not discriminate what has made the land/ground, it doesn’t matter if mining or termites or even earthquakes made the ground. Constant change is a main principle, once gone nature comes back different.
As Land Art urges us to RE-examen our relationship with landscape and nature. Can we re-create landscape/nature or is it once gone, never come back?
TRAIL
I wanted to find out if we can re-create nature within a man made landscape.
To do this I had to let go of box thinking; culture, wild, environmentalism all belong to a box with a certain label. Human-made can be nature. The Land Art should not become moralising and certainly not a new box with attached new labels.
In this way I made ‘Vagdavercustis’ by having a conversation with nature and the landscape. I Re-examine my own relationship with nature and the landscape, seeing what we articulate, express put into words can become nature.
LOPE not loop
If we walk or if we drive we see and experience landscape.
TRAIL
TRAIL
How she sank and sank like a reverse volcano, a shrinking mountain going down, flowing over water disappearing word, movement alters a certain swing, shift direction, she twist around her letters forming drifting sand
she coils, she wind, she never turn again
that mountainary plunge
she goes deep deep deep down her track
that mountainary path
she moves over over over on the other site
that mountainary push
she flows deeper deeper deeper down inside
that mountainary probe
she streams firmly firmly firmly folding over
that mountainary process
she drifts tough tough tough tumbling away
that mountainary poke
she beached her central part rolling over finalising edge where will she go, where will she grow, sinking sand, a trail of a short tale lowering down a turning page, lowering down a flowing line leaving just a guess of an ending below stirred surface, she face a certain way, flowing sand, flowing image
a poem connected to a land art project Written Water made with paper and sand in the canal
PLUNGE
An early morning walk on 29 July starting at 04.55 in my own words of perception.
the early morning mist longed over water
dancing skimping in distance
misty
over wildFlower meadow hovers
veil of most tiniest of tiniest drops
touching everything with a dust off water
minute water forming a needed
awakening to long warm day
while short night ends
sunmist
many will be moved
as i look for colour
that past moment
2 summers ago
somewhere else
own creation of nature
total feeling comes again
as the dream wakes on a sliding hill
as a stream it will come again
every drop a story
feeling warmth of growing sun
glistering silver dust thousand sparkles in one
streaks of light over the blue canvas sky
breath silence in shallow traffic
an adoring moment
streaks
nobody here
nobody there
only
a flatter of silver bird Wings
stroke movement curling in the sky
what will the day bring
early bird
cool yellow rock
into shadow of doubt
a piece of land
mint marjoram bees
leave it all the same
ponds of drops
you will not see
the end
from that bit
there
perspective of a moment
a late submission of a day gone
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.
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.
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.
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.
The poem became a Haiku with 5-7-5 syllabus in 3 lines.
FLOAT
for a better mood
drifting to solitude
an apple moves
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.
geese party
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 at the lock
floating land art
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.
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.
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.
