we aren't allowed to show (opps I mean take..) any pictures of the lightening fields - shame it would have been great if I could have photographed that 12 shot 180degree panarama of the fields at simultaneous full moon rise and sun set, it'll have to live on my hard dr...I mean imagination...
Click here to see images -
http://www.diaart.org/sites/main/lightningfield
Walter De Maria's Lightning Field was quite a profound experience for me. We were allowed to stay the small lodge house owned by the Dia Art Foundation. A beautiful log cabin made from salvaged wood from old log cabins in the area. The night we spent there there was an incredible full moon rise and a glorious sunset simultaneously. Over the course of the 2 hours or so that this was occurring the poles turned from being almost imperceptible to silver and gold,. like arrow spears.
It reminded me of the last line of Philip Larkin's poem, The Whitsun Weddings: here's a link to it online - it has so much reference to light and expectancy that I couldn't help think of it at the lightning fields
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/archive/poem.html?id=178047
Some muses from my journal whlst walking round...
Making space place
Something s happening here
I am happening within this place
Alignment leads me to anticipate
I am urged to comply with the promise
Soon I start to need it
Compulsion marches me on
Space has become place
Look the plane
Look the scrub
Look the clay soil
Look back how small is our dwelling
Here I am and here I am and look here I am again
How wonderfully perfect to be dead on line
This field of pawns is disarming
Whom are they poised for
Part of whose game
What do they want from me?
I am reduced by them, less than,
Enhanced, more than?
Imperceptible earlier, look how bold they are now.
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