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    Copyright © 2014 unruly

    The run-on sentence of entropy

    Don’t you like it when time and the elements have their way with the physical world?

    Maybe it’s because I’m freshly back from a week in a place where everything is lake and forest and sky, where you have to be fully present in your body more often than you do in the city because out there in the green and blue there’s nothing to do but swim or paddle or hike and you can’t easily dissociate from your surroundings and probably don’t want to because they’re so full of beauty and mystery and the best kind of eeeek!, where the wild raspberries leap out at you with perfect ripeness one day but are overblown juicedrip by the next, where the lake is full of the various stages of frogness — tadpoles and frogpoles and actual full-blown frogs, where the trees sprout minute, ever-changing worlds of lichen and moss and fungus, where the nénuphars clench tightly, then unfurl yellowly, then throw off their petals so that only their chambered pods whisper along the keel of your kayak, where the piques-bois write the transformational story of their hunger on the trees, maybe it’s because of all that that I’m so loved-up for human-made objects that court and celebrate the shifts and changes and strange surprises that the elements bring to them.

    Or maybe it’s my fascination with intersection and miscegenation rearing its head yet again.

    Or maybe it’s just that I really really like it when the wind and the water and the green and growing things assert themselves and remind us of who’s really boss.

    But whatever it is, I am filled with shiver and joy when I look at nature’s interventions. Yes. I surely am.

    Wed 5 Aug: Edited to add one of James D. Griffioen’s spectacular images. I know these photos well but, unaccountably, forgot about them. Many thanks to reader Drift Velocity for reminding me.

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    Shoes altered by bees by Aganetha Dyck, via members.shaw.ca/ahtenaga
    Photo by Peter Dyck
    shoes-altered-by-the-bees-detail-by-aganetha-dyck
    Shoes altered by bees, detail, by Aganetha Dyck, via members.shaw.ca/ahtenaga
    Photo by Peter Dyck
    archisculpture
    Old Playground – New Life by amorphity, via www.flickr.com/photos/archisculpture
    a-wall-of-pink-outside-my-bedroom-window-by-lara-lamb
    A wall of pink outside my bedroom window by Lara Lamb
    from-the-feral-houses-series-by-james-d-griffioen
    From the feral houses series by James D. Griffioen, via www.jamesgriffioen.net
    view-from-thanatopsis-by-valerie-hegarty-2007-via-wwwguildgreyshkulcom
    View from Thanatopsis by Valerie Hegarty, 2007, via www.guildgreyshkul.com
    the-aftermath-by-matthieu-lavanchy-in-collaboration-with-stefanie-pluta
    The Aftermath by Matthieu Lavanchy in collaboration with Stefanie Pluta, via www.matthieulavanchy.com
    reflectione28094a-gift-from-iwaki-by-cai-guo-qiang-2004
    Reflection — A Gift from Iwaki by Cai Guo Qiang, 2004
    the-aftermath-2-by-matthieu-lavanchy-in-collaboration-with-stefanie-pluta
    The Aftermath by Matthieu Lavanchy in collaboration with Stefanie Pluta, via www.matthieulavanchy.com
    reflectione28094a-gift-from-iwaki-2-by-cai-guo-qiang-2004
    Reflection — A Gift from Iwaki by Cai Guo Qiang, 2004
    vicissitudes-4-by-jason-decaires-taylor-via-wwwunderwatersculpturecom
    Vicissitudes by Jason de Caires Taylor, via www.underwatersculpture.com
    vicissitudes-2-by-jason-decaires-taylor-via-wwwunderwatersculpturecom
    Vicissitudes by Jason de Caires Taylor, via www.underwatersculpture.com
    vicissitudes-1-by-jason-de-caires-taylor-via-wwwunderwatersculpturecom
    Vicissitudes by Jason de Caires Taylor, via www.underwatersculpture.com
    all-in-a-row-5-by-catherine-widgery-1999-via-wwwwidgerycom
    All in a row by Catherine Widgery, 1999, via www.widgery.com
    all-in-a-row-2-by-catherine-widgery-1999-via-wwwwidgerycom
    All in a row by Catherine Widgery, 1999, via www.widgery.com
    all-in-a-row-4-by-catherine-widgery-1999-via-wwwwidgerycom
    All in a row by Catherine Widgery, 1999, via www.widgery.com
    mushrooms-ate-my-furniture-1-by-shinwei-rhoda-yen
    Mushrooms ate my furniture by Shinwei Rhoda Yen, via www.designboom.com
    mushrooms-ate-my-furniture-3-by-shinwei-rhoda-yen
    Mushrooms ate my furniture by Shinwei Rhoda Yen, via www.designboom.com
    all-in-a-row-1-by-catherine-widgery-1999-via-wwwwidgerycom
    All in a row by Catherine Widgery, 1999, via www.widgery.com
    fire-and-water-boats-by-david-nash-1986
    Fire and Water Boats by David Nash, 1986, via www.greenmuseumorg
    Photo: Forest of Dean Sculpture Trust
    collapsed-once-extracted-by-ruben-ochoa-2009
    Collapsed (Once Extracted) by Ruben Ochoa, 2009, via peterblumgallery.com
    6 Comments

    whoa. those underwater sculptures are amazing. For as much time as I spent alone in the dark, I love me some mossy, earthy, squirmy nature.

    artistamuerta added these words on Aug 04 09 at 1:03 pm

    Wicked collection of images. This is what August feels like to me: overgrown, eaten away, forms emerging from the shifting going on everywhere.

    Laura Brady added these words on Aug 04 09 at 5:37 pm

    Have you seen these?
    http://www.jamesgriffioen.net/index.php?/prairies/feral-houses/

    DriftVelocity added these words on Aug 05 09 at 9:08 am

    lord, i’d love to be around to hear what kind of fantastic anthropological declarations get made about the underwater statues, after a cycle or two of their being forgotten and discovered. huh, maybe i am a cynic. oh well, fuck it.

    rache added these words on Aug 05 09 at 10:24 am

    one of these days i should take photos of the feral houses around here… a two-mile or so circle around my own house contains enough of them to the point where they seem perfectly normal – and it never really occurred to me that they weren’t, until someone pointed out how odd they were. they always strike me the same way oldold crumbling licheny gravestones do, just nature reclaiming what was hers to begin with. everything should go out with such dignity, really.

    rache added these words on Aug 05 09 at 10:30 am

    Pictures of feral houses? Yes! Take them! I beg you!

    Katy McDevitt added these words on Aug 05 09 at 11:42 am



    Digg!