How do you finalise a piece of art that will never be finished? By leaving it behind to let somebody else take over and put their marks on the work. How can you leave something so dear to oneself? By leaving the final marks.
It began with bare ground it ended in an oases of all kind of bits and pieces, with a thousand stories to tell. A big piece of art, that didn’t cost a small fortune. A lot of my energy and resources lay upon that piece of once bare soil, 2.2 acres as art within 16 acres of total art. You don’t just leave that behind, you don’t just dig that up, you don’t just walk on by.
A year of saying goodbye with the final knot. All the pieces of collected, found and leftover rope came out of the shed and was ordered. The centre piece was one thick piece of rope and the knotting lines was all sort.
It laid in the 4 direction circle, which changed time after time and that year remained empty. The knot is 14 metres long, not something you make inside. Whenever the time was right some more knots were added. Finally it came in the centre of the witch-wheel hanging and circling around driftwood and the centre piece of wood, one of the first pieces of driftwood that was dug in the land. An old oar from a boat was added. Only later it came how significant that oar will be for the future.
While dreaming in the gossamer circle the 25 fragments was born. Old terracotta pots were gathered. These pots stood once central for a very different idea; sculptural pots with sculptural plants now they will be the final circle.
They made a line, upside down, to alter the world to make sculptural roots. I would never see if it would work, leave it all behind.
Gossamer was made again for the very last time. Things became the things for the last time for the closing off the gate that never was.
The final trip over the land came as the work was done what could have been done. The winter stood upon the land.
Off we went now others came and the land was entrusted in their hands i took the last photo and left it to start something new. What was new, what was old, how to combine a lost story with the never told story? A wandering into nowhere came upon me, a search to ……..
Perhaps the new zen the new positive in the small not the large but where and how to sell. A total search into what is and isn’t possible, confronting a reality of the breaking morning into the new direction. Scraping paper into the bin one plan after the other than you miss what was left behind than you doubt why it was for the best.
After a year of searching a new start was made and than i went back to the land to see it was for the best. Deep in that soil lays a part of me nobody can dig out. The Zen of it was not mine it is not yours we just pass it on stays in my mind.
It really feels good not to have to have and leave it behind.
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