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Two National Ice Parks
Glacier Bay National Park in Alaska (not to be confused with Glacier National Park in Montana) gave birth to icebergs before my eyes this past July. Mt. Shasta in California, with its own rivers of ice, called me to its summit 2012. I now visit Glacier National Park, and hope to bring you vicariously to its back country.
Frankly speaking, your artist is way ahead of its time. I know something about such art from the moment I became bored painting & photographing the representative figurative. I plunged head over heel into my open-ended versions after becoming acquainted with Jean Baudrillard's philosophy. I haven't quit pursuing that form & haven't become bored yet. Your selective eye has caught exactly what I speak of.... bravo!
ReplyDeleteI wonder if our art, especially our abstract art, derives from long history of earth and the way we and it were made.
Delete'... carved to their final elegance by using glacial ice'
ReplyDeleteI'm intrigued and seeking a deeper understanding of just what the artist did to achieve this final representation ... how they came about discovering this and what final form these images actually embrace. Each work is equally intricate and conjures up a desire to know more as one contemplates "I wonder if our art, especially our abstract art, derives from long history of earth and the way we and it were made." Thank you, Sharon, for once again prompting us to dive deeper.
Junnie, thank you for these insights. I chuckle just a bit because you bring up logical thoughts, as if you listen to me too much. You usually go in artful directions and both are needed, in my logical opinion.
ReplyDelete"How they came about discovering" my quickly stated histories of these rocks has been the life's work of many geologists. They believe that these artworks result from "natural" processes, such as happen today, but which carried on for millions of years. And they have good evidence to support their findings. I find it fascinating that we can actually take pictures of rock art that took so long to create.
We too have a long history, beginning long after these rocks were in the making. How do these histories mingle and reside within us? How do we connect with the very rocks I show here?
I see so many faces in the layers.
ReplyDeleteFaces before faces were, hardened into rock when nobody saw, hidden for eons, until we arrived.
DeleteGreat photos as always - the rocks / stones are incredibly beautiful . Erika
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framed
an ancient map
Do these ancient maps show us where to go, Erika? Precambrian instructions, or just random outcomes?
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ReplyDeleteIf a face hardens in a layered rock
when nobody is there to see it or hear it call,
does it make a sound? Does it smile?
And if only the wind is beguiled because nobody
for eons has arrived to catch the rock winking
by morning light or see its stone set eyes close
at night in a rise of stars, do the faces disappear
or become so small in the vast arrangements
of earth and water, gravity and sky
that they all but vanish? We face each other
in a mutual affirming gaze. Each of us a monument
long in the making, carved by glacial ice, carrying
our histories and our mysteries, the sediments and veins
of our richly layered hours unfolding.
Susan, you see so many faces in the layers. Faces before faces were, hardened into rock when nobody saw, hidden for eons, until we arrived. And if a face so hardens into rock before anyone was here to see or hear it, then yes, maybe it did smile and utter words. I love your lovely words and ponder how each of us came to be through long geologic processes, perhaps more linked to those processes than we know. "Our histories and our mysteries."
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stops
on the tour of nature's
mystery museum
(lovely, brilliant framing Sharon, a wonder of a mystery museum!)
I love and live the idea of framing nature. "In Nature's Mystery Museum" we display her works. A little tweak of grammar sometimes helps.
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