Out of the blue, a line of red
To draw a line in the grass. Impulse, no forethought. Out of nowhere, came an idea yesterday for a second outdoor sculpture. It happened so fast. Snooping in the sheds, I […]
Surprise collaboration with a poet
PCEI has a poet-in-residence, Karen Trujillo. She writes in a little cabin, lovingly dubbed the Artist Studio. Meeting today by chance, we quickly fell into a lengthy conversations about the […]
Pulling knots atop a ladder
It’s the sort of thing a mother would say never do. Straddling a rickety wood ladder propped against a ten-foot post on a hill. Using a power jigsaw to pop […]
Making artistic play of wind
Too much feasting of Google images! I was about to shut down my computer when, out of the corner of my eye, I saw this: The Wind Playground. Clearly a joy […]
Towering wind art at the sea
During another frenzied browse of Google images, I stumbled onto this work of French conceptual artist Daniel Buren. It was created for the Beaufort 03 Contemporary Art by the Sea […]
Medieval artist illustrates fresh air
It’s easy to be seduced by web images of art inspired by the wind. There’s a plethora of examples, both contemporary and historical. It’s pure pleasure to dabble this way. […]
Posthole digging as artistic pursuit
Here’s my artistic collaborator, preparing the hillside for the installation. Steve Streets, all-around handyman/contractor who knows how to make just about anything work and build just about anything, too. Once the holes were […]
To let wind do the sculpting
Streamers and stakes? Without knowing, my ‘scientific’ observations morphed into a visual that functioned like a sculptural maquette for me. For days, I’ve watched the line of wind currents translated […]
Making art of natural phenomena
Surely, I opened myself a Pandora’s box, when browsing for art about wind currents. Consider this mind-bending merger of art and science—Wind Map. How it demonstrates the vast artistic potential of technology. […]
Artistic eyes on prevailing wind
I “studied” wind for several hours this week. Rudimentarily speaking, that is. What’s an artist residency without a bit of observational research? During spring and summer, prevailing winds here at […]
Wind shaped hills that cradle
The creative hand of wind shaped much of the beloved region I call home, known by geographers and all who live here as the Palouse. It straddles state lines between […]
Eternity revealed, wind in the grass
One of my favorite poets, Archibald Macleish. He’s particularly gifted at sidling up to the existential and extracting with such clarity: There is no dusk to be, There is no […]
The lucidity of fleetingness
FLEETING | lasting only a very short time Synonyms brief momentary transitory ephemeral transitory momentary All words dear to my heart, and central to my artwork. TS Elliot writes in the […]
Artist and poet, kindred spirits
PCEI has a poet-in-residence, Karen Trujillo. She writes in a little cabin, lovingly dubbed the Artist Studio. Meeting by chance, we quickly fell into a discussion about the topic at […]
Before the wind, there was wind
“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 […]
Messing around with mud
Everything about this place invites a personal intimacy, a new way of seeing and sensing for me. I was sitting near the edge of a pond yesterday, for instance. I […]
Poetic fragments as aesthetic wholes
This week, I’ve discovered how truly liberating it can be to trust my senses. Everything seems imbued with artistic possibilities. The wind, the grass, the ponds, the soil, the birdsong, […]
To honor the sensory as though prayer
I continue absorb myself in this place, hiking the trails, seeing what there is to see in the grasses and ponds. Picking things up odd bits of this and that—leaves, […]
Observing how NOT to be an artist
I came upon this anthill today near the Plum Tree Grove. Thousands of ants scurrying to and fro, mandibles munching away on what remains of a skull. It was ironic […]
Being fully alive as humans
I got caught in the rain at PCEI today. Drenched. Came home, dried off, drank tea, and happily picked up where I left off reading a book that keeps me […]
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