Wednesday, September 19, 2007

the journey began in my wilderness...

...when I joined with generous friends and an inspirational teacher, Peter London. Together at Kripalu in western Massachusetts we explored artistic connections to the environment, to each other, to the cosmos, as we drew closer to nature. From there I ventured across the country, stopping first at friends' homes in Massachusetts (Lovely Lisa and family), Vermont (SillySally and Bill), Ontario (AlwaysEruditeAlison & Harvey, JoyfulJudy & Pablo), and then camping my way across the land. I found the waterways to Killarney in Ontario, the Pictured Rocks of Lake Superior, and many hot, dry and desecated streams and reservoirs across the middle of the continent. After swimming in what was once a frigid Lake Superior 5 times in one day I relaxed into the warmth of the earth below me. Lying in my tent under the stars in Utah as they slid down the sky in the shower of meteors in August my eyes reflected the wonders of the night sky. Many deer and elk crossed my path, and even a small bear wandered by into the green shade.


This image is from my campsite at Pictured Rocks in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. The water in the daytime was the color of Caribbean green, clear to the toes. The image of rocks in the pool below was taken as I stood in the water up to my waist, no sand, just rocks, colors of sunset.....














...later in my travels I noticed an interest in abandoned dwellings that showed up in my photographs. What was it about their weathered walls, sagging sides, the vacant stares from their windows that called to me so strongly? Why did I stop the car, turn around, and stand pondering and wondering where the former dwellers were now? Images speak so clearly we sometimes are unable to deciph
er their messages through our cluttered interpretations. I was on a journey through the land, and through my life, that left abandoned dwellings, always temporary, enduring only until I moved on. From my treehouse in Cambridge to my friends' homes, my campsites and occasional hotel stops, I left behind dwellings, spaces where I once was. Even my body is a temporary dwelling.......