For me, the toughest part of the winter is getting through all the grayness. Spring is a month and a half away. Thanks a lot groundhog. Family and work obligations coupled with the crummy weather are keeping me closer to home than usual.
When I look at my Falls images from this winter, the park has an almost exhausted feel to it. The river spent itself washing wood and our material culture upon this shoreline. The large object my son named “The Plug from the Bottom of the River” has been around for months…but I love the sense of theatre it presents in this landscape! What is this thing really and what is it doing here? Before it disappears in the next flood, I should stage some Styro-spectacle on it.
The parade of found river objects will never cease. I tell myself that I should use this time to organize all the loose ends (objects and images) that an investigation of this scope produces. Of late, I have had a few more inquiries about presenting aspects of this project in one form or another. It all sounds good, but I know some things are presented more as trial balloons, but that’s also a part of the creative process. It’s about stuff bumping into each other and seeing what connections are created. The last time I was out to the river I stopped by and photographed some earlier works from last year. For the most part, I think they hold up fairly well considering their construction as well as many of the parts used are ephemeral.
In a world where we all live speeded up lives, it is easy to forget that we also need a chance to be fallow. That’s what winter is best for…incubating ideas and marshalling energy. I may have to go down into my basement and take care of business there. The physical evidence of this project is spilling out of bags and boxes. I think I may be able to substitute my wish to go outside with rediscovering and reorganizing what I have already found. There’s sure to be a few gems hidden among that driftwood. Well, I’m telling myself that…until the sun shines again!