Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Attending to weather
Lee Bontecou makes capital "S" sculptures. I am afraid to make my sculptures. They are going to occupy space and stare back at me. I yelled at my mother when I was in high school: "Why did you have me?! Why did you bother? Why did you try so hard? Look at me! I'm hideous! My clothes are disgusting. I'm ugly. I hate you." This is what the sculptures will say to me. They are going to HATE me. And still, I am going to have them. Idiot.
"There's an art of attending to weather, to the route you take, to the landmarks along the way, to how if you turn around you can see how different the journey back looks from the journey out, to reading the sun and moon and stars to orient yourself, to the direction of running water, to the thousand things that make the wild a text that can be read by the literate. The lost are often illiterate in this language that is the language of the earth itself. . ." - Rebecca Solnit, A Field guide to Getting Lost.