A site visit to JXTA

 Ally interacting with the landscape.

 Forrest and Eddy observing art.

 JESSIE!

 Taking measurements.

 Nissa not impressed with Coal.

Anna not impressed with Coal.

ARIZONALAND continued

CAUTION: the vegetaion may harm you

dog at dusk

Jose

Salt River

aloe

purty

gotta sneak an Ozzie photo in here

hummers

cactus bloom

owies

barrel cactus

coots

spring at springer ranch

mexico was nice but home is better

here the maples can be tapped and sap boiled

                        40:1 sap to syrup

 no curtain of foliage or
 blanket of snow

 to soften rusting metal and obscure blue plastic tarps

but we're ready to roast a hog if you've got                 

                             one...

Reflection: JP in Arizonaland.

Arizonaland

…and it is the forbidden scorching dusty desert of saguaros and prickly pear

….and it is the cool conifer- capped mountains at 6000 ft

… and the only thing that is the same everywhere is the unchanging shitty architecture of urban sprawl

… and the landscape is one I can’t understand

…but I am not in studio

…and I am having fun…

Too much time.

Space and time.  Time and space.  What does it all mean?  When looking at time, can you do it from the vantage point that is irrelevant to space?  Must space and time intermingle in the dance of existential equipoise? Time, must be, and alway will, along with space, and the relationship of space and time, and time and space, be at odds and at evens.  Space and time.  Time and space.  What does it all mean?

They mopped the floor last night in studio!  It looks real nice in here.

Reflection: A Haiku

Run wild elephant
Coquettish rhinocerous
Cort rocks a mohawk.

Reflection: Je Terug Trekken Uit Angst. By Jessie Lannoye

Speaking of sanity; after spending roughly 65 hours on our studio project last week, I’m realizing that this semester will never end. I’ve spent Monday and Tuesday of our ‘spring break’ grading a stack of papers, which I had to lug on the bus ride home in their own separate bag. Good thing in that 65 hours I learned how to make some kick-ass espresso. Being home does have its perks… being outside with my wonderful chickens!  Too bad they don’t know how to grade papers.

P.S.  The espresso frenzy that  ensued here last week was sponsored by the wonderful Kammeron Hughes-  we are indebted to you Kamm- you saved our lives.