I've spent the better part of the last two weeks constructing things, and having rather a rousing time doing so.
When, in the last blog entry, we left Heart and Soul, as I came to name this small (30 cm/1 foot across) extremely temporary installation, it hadn't been up more than thirty minutes, and a brief snow shower was threatening. Here's the story behind the individual elements, why I built it, and how it was tranformed before being totally removed.
On February 14, Valentine's Day, I had a phone call from a woman wanting to pick up an item from the home-based business that I'm taking care of here at the current house-sit. She apologized for wanting to come over that evening, and added I'm sure you have other plans for this evening. When I said that I didn't, and pointed out that I was both old and widowed, she laughed and said you're kidding, right? In my somewhat weepy fragile state that day, I took it to mean that she was referring to the latter and not the former, and politely, with a shaking voice, corrected her misapprehension.
There was a long pause.
When she arrived an hour later, she was carrying three long-stemmed red roses. I found a vase for them, photographed them (a super-macro picture also in the previous entry), and admired them even as they began to droop two weeks later.
Coincidentally, the bus stop nearest the house was damaged the next week, and while waiting for a bus in the howling wind, had a catastrophic failure of one entire pane of tempered glass, which went crashing down next to me. As I still had several minutes before my bus was to arrive, I quickly sought out the largest chunks of cracked glass I could find, and gently carried them back, before resuming my busy day. When I returned two hours later, it still had not been cleaned up, so I grabbed several more.
They were larger than the ones I had used in my installation project objects of crystalline desire, which was part of my show at Fish Creek Environmental Learning Centre in June 2011. That evening, I thought about what I might do with them.
After having it up a week, watching the light, the snow, and the wind shift around it, the Saturday chinook marked the end of it as a viable construction, so I removed the two pieces of glass as gently as possible. Having worked with shards of tempered laminated glass before, I knew there was a good chance that one (or both) might simply fall apart in my hands, and indeed, the one on the left of the pictures turned into two smaller chunks and a small handful of pea-sized pieces.
After another week went by, I retrieved some of the still wet and intact petals from the dirty snow still remaining on the deck, and sandwiched one between the two pieces, waiting for a good sunny day to photograph them. Today, that finally happened as well.
Tuesday, 18 March 2014
The shop is currently empty.