Waiting for below-zero again. Need a frozen lake to do my annual weatherwork art. 10 years now, working with — or rather, subservient to — nature, every winter I make land art using found wind,snow, rain and ice. These 50’ painterly installations are dependent on chance, are spontaneous, ephemeral but effortful, durational, and contextual to the surroundings and each other over time… just like The Window photos.
So, while I pine for ice, here’s a year-end ‘best of’* compilation of posts from The Window, but with a twist: a main-photo alternate image has been included here. New details are seen: arms now exuberantly lifted; the pointy toe of a thigh high boot in sharp relief; a chair hastily procured for the girl in distress; pants pulled up in preparation for the dance; the garbage man now illumed in ambulance red instead of blue; the silver-painted feet revealed… and The Window, ah the window, at night. (Click on the Substack links below each to see the differences & read the threads connecting the images.)
158,000 frames, 100,000 words, 30,000 notes, 28,835 days…
"How many goodly creatures are there here!"
Signs (& flags & tees) of the times…
Anti-candid…
Polyclocks and palimpsests…
Spooky action at a distance…
TWO OF PENTACLES: “Confusion. Your mind struggles with trying to make two seeming opposites combine.”
The Window is a silent opera…
Doomsday clocks, crop top wars, hopak-kolo moves…
:…suddenly those garish objects turn somber, refined, dignified.”
The Window, Sets:
NOTES:
-*or worst of
-** a rare opportunity to make a Duran Duran joke, below
-happy holidays to all! (may you never have to wait for -20° C)
-K.I.A. art site: www.nu4ya.com
BONUS POST: The Window, itself:
“The best window is the one you never see,
As if hard air, it lets the sun through with ease,
But stops the sharp snow, and the soft bees,
And construction dust, and the airborne disease…”