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Orchid

Been thinking about orchids this past week. In June, I love wandering around in the woods in Vermont looking for them. There is one stretch of stream in the kingdom that just wanders around and back onto itself, creating little islands and rivulets among the roots of old cedar. There are plants that pop up each spring, in the midst of this eddied backwater. This time of year, the shapes are just in my imagination a lot.

Someone brought a bunch of old linoleum blocks over to the shop at 8 1/2 x 11 and I did a little sketch and Bread and Puppet style homage print, and I’ve named one of my indigo dyed scarves after the flower.

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Triangles

I’ve been feverish recently, thinking about the ways that equilateral triangles interact with each other, and can be created by shearing off the corner of a cube, then re-assembled into different patterns. Just wanted to show it explored a few different ways: as a ceiling, shade canopy and as a scarf. Made all these in the past couple weeks…

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Spore prints

Irene brought huge amounts of rain to Vermont and the forests are booming with mushrooms. I’ve been wandering and collecting.

Leaving the caps on a piece of paper overnight, spores fall into different patterns depending on the structure of the gills.

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On the first dark night…

Part of a series of posts about a residency at Hlaðan in Iceland.

So there was only one dark night during my entire stay in Iceland. After a delicious lobster and mussel feast toasted with a local berry wine (thank you gracious hosts of Minni-Vogar), I walked home at about 2:00 in the morning, which was the darkest moment I had experienced in weeks. Street lights lit up the sky and glimmered in the distance. There was a thick cloud cover and a huge wind that I had to lean forward into to balance as I trudged home. The spit of rain stung my cheeks and eyelids.

I had just finished putting the temple together earlier in the day and wanted to spend some time in it before it became crowded at the opening the following day. So, I grabbed my camera and soldiered back to the barn with a bag of candles and a pack of matches. I lit a group of them and let the glow fill up the space. As the wind blew over, the room reverberated, whistled and hummed, a moaning chant.


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Temple Assembly

Part of a series of posts about a residency at Hlaðan in Iceland.

Here is a series of photographs taken during the construction of the felt temple. You can see how the whole structure is composed and draped over strings under tension, and built up from the bottom to top in the same manner as shingling a roof.

As it was being built, the space seemed to take on its own character, gazing back through it toward the windows on the west side of the barn, I felt like I was looking at some sort of winged creature.

The bottoms of the low hanging panels were all trimmed and I loved the way the sun came into the space and created raking shadows across the floor.

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