Here’s a stack that went spectacularly well. In just an hour, an idea flashed into my head and out of my hands, nearly without effort. The hardest part was getting the initial stone to stand upright, and that was a matter of minutes. The X running across the base stone was pointed out to me by a little kid who was under the impression that I had scratched it on myself. It’s quite a vibrant mark, isn’t it? The central oval stone was originally just a form around which to model the void of the piece, as seen below, but I was actually quite fond of the contrast between the solid, dark, smooth centerpiece and the fragmented lighter stone around it.
Today’s fog was special. The stones seemed softened into thick clouds, and the depth of the mist seemed more infinite than the clear night sky. Upon removing the center stone, the fog seemed maximized, strengthened, focused by the newly created void. Due to its minimal grounding, the piece seemed to float in the fog. The lack of “resistance” I felt in putting up this work intensified the connection to the fog; it wrapped around me while letting me through, somehow unchanged though it grew, piece by piece. Instead of adding elements, I felt like I was removing emptiness and revealing what was always there in a hidden world. Usually, I strive to achieve a connection to the land, but the sky was the driving force of this event. I really hope I can make and photograph a stack where the fog will eventually obscure the piece’s base, to complete the sense of comforting isolation this work began.
There were TONS of people who wanted to talk, watch, and photograph, this time; usually it’s more crowded on sunny weekends, but today just seemed to be a day where everyone wanted to be outside and to chat. Some of them were fellow stackers, replete with artists who I should view for inspiration and comments on the nature of the art. I listened, absorbed, and weighed things within myself, but as usual, all my interest in the work flows from nature itself and my own relation to it. As much as I appreciate looking at what others have done, the main reason I stack rocks is to feel, see, smell, and hear. Researching other people’s work may grant some cerebral interest, but my art is mine alone, and it is only important because I must engage life in order to make it.
Once again, I had to destroy my work upon completion in the interest of public safety.