Something to build on.
February 4, 2016
Docks, where I have sat or leapt. They reside in my dreams as a place to go, to dive into the water and swim away. Swift raised walkways climb over the marshes, and wind past wild Rhododendrons, and hover near a cross section of leaves. On the edges of cliffs, the first nations’ fishing piers continue their reach out over the water into my abstract allegory.
Fear and exhilaration are so close to these places. Wound together with what is on hand, the posts touch the earth for stability in response to the terrain. Additions to the landscape are designed by emotion. The ground is populated without our footsteps, only our shadow. Water is not particular, it overtakes regardless. Skirting the elements, the platforms give chance to pluck out subsistence. Collecting as I go. To give as I go.