don't forget to click the pics.
that post yesterday....i used the word installation. incorrectly. very loosely, humorously, and in accordance to my own interpretation. Maybe just as: materials gathered and arranged in a temporary form, the interpretation of which maybe is only Seen, Known to and by the gatherer but that may be recognized as Form by others in their own singular ways? That's not the definition of installation, but it's mine. There must be a better word. I wondered all day what a better word might be. And as i continued with the dismantle of Things at B Garden i remembered what i was wanting to remember and found in one of the storage tubs....this book. It needs to be brought Up and kept as an Evac Take. Typepad only lets me post 2 pics at a time. Tomorrow i'll put 2 more from the book and some words. the Whole of the book, the images, takes me back to the Place i lived in New Mex. Back to the Raft. Which i called an altar. I think about what Lisa Ross speaks of as Shrines. Shrine. Going to need to spend some time with that word too. Shrine.
My mind is occupying interesting territory since the Storm. Since T's death and all that is evolving from it. I find self realizing i am
gone.
as i refocus on what is at hand, as in, what i am actually doing, I am unable to tell myself where i Was.
tonight again, the frogs sing. Morning and Evening the Geese flew overhead. Coming and Going Going and Coming. Same.
