“We were born before the wind
also younger than the sun …” Van Morrison
My concept has emerged: wind. How could it not be. Without a doubt, it is the most omnipotent quality of the PCEI space.
It has worked its way into my imagination and won’t let go. I want to figure out how trace the wind, or rather, trace the lines of wind. But how, how, how to create artwork to express the sensuality of line and chaos of its currents—the essence of which is, of course, invisible?
I’d like to etch into the viewer’s mind a perception of nature coming into being. Like a ribbon of time-lapse images rippling with what will be, is and was—indeed, always was—in the same instant of time.
This means sculpture designed to emulate the wind’s energy. Dynamic, not static. Seeming to be alive and breathing, capable of revealing Earth’s processes in REAL TIME. Not unlike the way invisible ink appears for an instant—evaporating into absence, yet remaining, however indelibly.
I’m thinking elegant, minimalist, poetic. Something that fits the lay of the land—not to mention my budget—especially the lack thereof.
Material? Fabric is the only thing I know as slippery as the wind—except maybe water—which is out of the question. Except as a fantasy. So fabric. What kind and how, I wonder?
Photo: copy of The Great Wave at Kanagawa by Katsusika Hokusai at the Metropolitan Museum of Art.