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11/11/00
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- New York City, the call from home:
- "I've got one piece of bad news. YOUR BOTTLE BROKE.
The water in it froze."
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- 6:30 AM
- 40 degrees
- Facing north
- light wind
- cloudy sky, moderate
- noise from the street,
- crisp air
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- 5:00 PM
- 45 degrees
- Facing north
- light wind
- traffic noise, crisp air,
- light goes down and
- lights go on
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11/12/00 NYC
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- I went to see Bruegel's
Harvester's at the Metropolitan Museum. Late
summer light bathes his forms, and he paints a slow,
precise movement from front space to back space. The
overall tone of the light in the picture keeps me
standing in front of it, and willing to negotiate the
crowds of visitors that admire it, too.
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11/14/00 NYC
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- The lights in the skyscrapers exchange light with
dawn and dusk. At night the lighted windows are brilliant
stars. As the dawn light increases they loose their shine
and sink into the architecture. At dusk they push forward
as the light disappears, and, they punctuate the dark. I
see constellations in the architecture, and architecture
in the universe.
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11/18/00 BACK HOME
I was only gone 8 days, but the weather, light, air, and
space have moved into a stillness, and a low gravity
resolution. Most of the leaves have fallen, and I laugh out
loud about the broken bottle. Time and the impact of weather
are moving this project in a new direction. It is time.
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- 6:45 AM
- 26 degrees
- still
- frozen light, dark shapes
- under white frost, half moon
- up, fog horns sound off the
- river
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- 4:53 PM
- 36 degrees
- wind 2 MPH
- silent
- compressed cold, light
- quickly evaporating upwards,
- dark capturing the fir trees
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11/19
At the first hint of light I walk up to the studio. I can
see my soft-edged moon shadow on the frost. The light is
locked inside a silently immense world and compresses
against white, stiff grass. Nothing moves.
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11/20
It is dark, and I am not alone. My flashlight disturbs a
herd of elk. I see legs and rears back lit by the neighbors
yard light, and I feel their weight move the ground. Their
calls stream from body to body arcing over the brush, and
ropes them into order.
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11/21
The bottle is gone! The base was severely cracked, but
still holding together after the initial explosion. Freezing
temperatures have pushed it to the breaking point. I laugh
and breathe a sigh of relief. The base has splintered, and
the fragments form a landscape, a moonscape, a glass
shardscape, a low evnivornment . The bottle fragments form a
low landscape of shards. I chose a glass bottle because it
is from the earth, and it has been expanding and contracting
all year. This has been an organic process for both of
us.
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- 6:49 AM
- 30 degrees
- still
- cloudy,crescent shaped moon in
- the east. Evidence of elk. A
- light frost on the earth.
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- 4:50 PM
- 40 degrees
- still
- cold tight air, blue light
- falling quickly under
- clear skies. I miss the
- bottle
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11/24/00
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- 7:00 AM
- 42 degrees
- light breeze
- slight orange glow to the foggy
- light, a gentle wind comes
- across me, periodic drops of rain
- fall on the leaves like tears, no
- shadows, but reflections on
- wet surfaces and soft boulders
- of fog. Trees are too picturesque.
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- 4:45 PM
- 44 degrees
- still
- fog coming in, air cold, gray
- yellow light, fog invading
- quickly and forming a thin,
- particle film over the earth
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12/06/00
The old, battered, rusted, scratched container cars in
the freight train going by have the same vivid, swelling,
wet earth colors as this early December landscape.
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12/07/00
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- Fir trees hold dark inside them, and their dense
weight pushes them down. Their detail is revealed as the
dawn light enters, and they float until the light
increases and exposes the contours of the hills behind.
It is evidence of the light moving across the landscape,
and settling it into the forms we are familiar with.
Two weeks to go.
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12/08/00
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- Tonight has been the swiftest dusk I can remember.
Flat gray clouds moved in early this afternoon to dampen
light and spirits. Melancholy covered me and the earth. I
felt wayward until the finality of night arrived.
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12/09/00
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- 7:17 AM
- 36 degrees
- still
- light rain and thick fog, a
- wet light in water dripping
- background
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- 4:40 PM
- 40 degrees
- slight breeze
- light rain, fog in the hills,
- light filled with gray water
- particles and dark is
- covering fast
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