On a very chilly day and after a snow storm, I was able to visit the Falls and take stock of the happenings. The snow came quickly and from an eastern direction. You can see that from the trees where snow built up on one side leaving the opposite side clean. As I had suspected, the rising river from the previous week had played havoc on my trusty studio site. It took me awhile to recognize where that spot had been. I will have to wait until after the snow leaves to determine if any of the materials I had stored there are still in the area. As for the sculptures I had left to weather in place…
… they are still there, but disarticulated. The rising water level with its floating logs and driftwood, knocked everything down, and carried parts of my work, back out into the river. The image above is what remains of Pot Belly, a large work from several posts ago. I found his head, but he was missing all of his features. His partner, Lorraine, was near him, but had suffered the same fate. Further down the park, I came across Penguin Boy (sans life-jacket and head) and what was left of the uncle figure. By now, I am over any sense of loss. I will miss coming to that particular spot under the willows, but I know I will make other make-shift studios and they too will wash away. As for the large pieces of Styrofoam that are still around, I probably will recycle those into other sculptures provided they stay. This time of year and early spring are usually when we get the high waters. With all the snow that has fallen (even more is scheduled in a couple of days) the resulting melt water will overwhelm this part of the park again. Perhaps it will flood several more times, who knows? This is all just a part of the process.
Making things is the best antidote in a situation like this. I might be temporarily rootless, but my need to make images from objects remains strong. I tell myself that coming out here, especially on such an inhospitable day is a sure sign of dedication and commitment to my art. Perhaps it is, but who really cares except me? When you strip it down, it has more to do with my own needs than anything else. I muse about this blog being a vicarious way for me to recall some of my work. Anyway, laid out on a snowy log are the materials I found to make that day’s figure. By this time, my finger tips are numb which makes handling small objects more difficult. While I am fumbling away, this squirrel is watching me as I work and I’m having a regular conversation with it. I ask how the winter is going and apologize for not bringing any food with me among other topics of mutual interest.
With the added distraction from the squirrel, here’s what I came up with on this day. Finding the star wand was my big find along the riverbank and I incorporated it with the figure. I’ll let that object add to any sense of a narrative that an observer might care to construct. I was too cold to care about matters like that!
I left the figure near the Interpretive Center, but kept the wand. Believe it or not, I have a collection going of found and mostly bubble wands and this adds some depth to that collection! I should assemble that for a photograph and post it. As I left the park, I did take one more image from the Indiana side of the Ohio River. Past the railroad bridge, a portion of Louisville’s modest skyline can be seen. Stay warm and dry everybody!
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