Winter, dusk brings evolution to my interactive drawing. Gusts billow metal, vine, light, and shadow, sounds repeat a new composition in progress.
A storm the night before shook my windows in the frames, billowing curtains from cracks in the wall and windows improperly installed. Falling asleep with hope it would continue the next day so I could catch it causing the mural piece to move with frantic play. The light is perfect in the later afternoon. The light is white turning warm yellow aging like parchment. The shadows deepen. The vines catch larger fallen limbs sway gently rocking them back and forth as a mother rocks her child. The light creates 2 dimensions of shadows; one of the trees and nature closest to the work, the other the urban wrought iron fence and gate in the foreground surrounding the park. This adds an eery play in light and shadow cast over the work moving just slightly off... I wonder as I watch and film, what if?
It was very active today and my friend George who sit's in the park carving things from fallen branches quietly whittles on the bench beside me. George is an oldschool East Village character with many stories, a crazy life and a sense of humor to match. We chat as we work, and sometimes simply just smile with a knowing glance a moment of being alone is cool. No words needed. Today I noticed a group of younger college age people exiting shuffling and snapping pics as they left the park waving to George. He said "I was just explaining that your work makes sounds, music, it's a musical instrument at least to me of course. You know I was here a few days ago and I heard it. It was cool I really like to watch it." I asked what did it sound like, to me a drum symbol perhaps?" He smiled and said, "Ok, maybe to you, but I can't say exactly and laughed. I know it was like that but not that and I was looking for you to tell you it was making lots of noise."
I've filmed a good assortment of short clips to use for a longer video documenting the piece. It's taken on a life of it's own, it's progress or evolution while predictable to some extent is yielding so much more than I expected.
"Wild is the Air" indeed, being there....
|"Wild Is The Air", 2014 daily diary, Filming in the late afternoon, (c)Dianne Bowen|