slow walk among the paint pots

i wake up at Tinka's to the sound of the phone - hello, this is your wake up call. a rush to the room and go figure, housekeeping is there. in mad dash i do manage to dress in lyers and pull the day pack toghther just minutes, however i do not find my party and know they have driven north without me. i climb the stairs slowly and visit Jen * Jen, who are in their studio working on "Scale a Mountain". their iive collaborative performance today.

at 10:30 i return to Tinka's hallway and we head out to the Paint Pots over in BC>.

here (heart) now

i phone Damion for his birthday. we don't talk long: he has gear to move and i am in need of dinner. how is your art in Canada? happy in a beautiful place. the pinecones fire away in the raku kiln. i am warmed in the night.

walking in hours

i am walking in hours. waiting for the last coat to dry, ready to dip a final time at 12:45 am. these past days have been ruled by the coats, the dips, the dry time. i have enjoyed all the things that happen in between. poeple go and visit the pinecones. and i know that the time ihave pent with these pinecone sculptures has changed me too - i see they have come live, and become a whole living system somehow. the hearts, the arteries, the thicker TIGER coverings now in the final phases masking the core. like a body. and then, tomorrow, they are cremated, fired, lost and gone. the shell remains. it is a process i can relate to, i find discovery and solitude, wonderment and appreciation too. these pinecones have come alive over the past days, as objects, as conversations, as actions, as time and as thought. i love all the stories of what has happened around the pinecones.

slow dunk

i woke up late today, the room dark with curtains drawn shut. i have, in fact, slept all morning. to make up for missing the group walk today, i plan my activity of yoga this evening and pack my mat to bring to the studio. today i have to keep at my layers, with seven more thin and a few thick to complete by tomorrow night. i will stick near the sculpture shop.

at lunch, Jen and Jen and Chris and Will crack me up. Satellite Bureau is working on a new project, which they brainstorm at the table. i take photos and listen intently. amazingly enough, there are chicken sandwiches on offer at lunch. i am pleased. i miss sandwiches, as i was just telling Jen last night. is that a sandwich you've just made up yourself, she asks me at the table. no, they actually made sandwiches today, how bout that! desert includes a maple ice cream, yum.

back at the studio, i make a pass through the dunk room. some of my wax air vents have come loose from the pinecones, hovering near but definitely not connected. i am saddened, they look sad to me these detached "arteries". the coats take longer than hoped to dry today so it is going slow. i will be here all night again, i know.

we do get to pick up our paper today, it is dry! Jen and I are quite thrilled with our accomplishments. we have made paper!

papermaking workshop

Wendy has a workshop for us this afternoon in the papermaking studio & we try our hand at papermaking. wear pants and shoes that can get wet, and short sleeves she says. i manage not to get wet but see the need for her knee high rubber boots and rubber smock.

many of us attend, and there is a party-like atmosphere among the group down in the studio. perhaps it is the wonderment of tilting pulp in a frame and then pulling ("cooching") the pulp from the frame onto large wet felt in a quick, smooth body-rocking movement.

yes, we are making paper!

double or nothing

pinecone mold making

morning walk: Hoodoo Trail

WEEK THREE

WEEK THREE: One day I walk on flowers, one day I walk on stone. Today I walk in hours. Listen to lots of Bruce Cockburn songs. Travel beyond the immediate area. Ask fellow participants to join along. Overnight hikes (if possible).

Healy Pass Walk