Master's thesis in Education: Art, Nature and Virtual Environments
Construction continues around my garden plots. I’ve noticed that the security lights blaze orange at night and that the garden box nearest the security light on one side of the road, and the side of the wheatfield closest to the security light on the other side of the road, are underdeveloped.
…a walk through the park to find sticks to make a teepee over my beans at the U. It’s cloudy and a bit windy so I’m hoping some branches will be blown down…
When the focus of the research is process, rather than goal/objective, you are talking about time- to process, to process through, to “process” as in, procession, a walk through or towards. I realize this as I process down a lane of trees with the woods on one side and the river on the other, looking for the right kind of sticks, and as the guy walking fifty yards ahead of me processes more slowly than I do I slow down so as not to overtake him, so I can lag behind and pick up sticks without him turning and noticing, so that I am far enough behind that he does not infringe on my process and so that I don’t have to worry him or worry about his reaction to a middle-aged woman furtively picking up sticks in the underbrush. A process takes its own time.
Being is generated from the body. Being enacts time, which can’t be saved up for later.
With a couple of artist friends, I installed a procession of baby spiders underneath the Louise Bourgeois sculpture “Maman” at the National Art Gallery. They are made out of clay and sticks.
