Primitive poetics
Monday, March 8, 2010
On Saturday a few of us adults took 12 boys on a bush adventure for Zeph's birthday. We walked for two and a half hours, stopping to make, observe or find things to collect. One of the activities they were assigned was to collectively build a shelter in ten minutes. The first peg shows the result. At the end of the walk we came across the remnants of a large forest installation I made between 2000 and 2005, where boardwalks and wallaby grass tracks led you through a series of environments subtly altered as physical or biophysical poems.






3 comments:
I remember a birthday when I was about the same age as you Zeph. My folks took me a some friends to the zoo. Phillip, one of my friends, was sitting in the rear passenger seat. Me an three others friends were free-ranging in the back of the station wagon. Phillip got car sick and chucked up his breakfast out the window. I thought it fascinating to study Phillip's breakfast, as it slowly worked it's way past me, in the slip-stream of the outside of the car window. Happy birthday Zeph. X
thanks gd, my old man said to say that phillip's breakfast became an emblem for hyper-anticipatory reclamation of the wild and that obviously the animal's lifestyle park just didn't cut it.
Thanks Zeph. 'an emblem for hyper-anticipatory reclamation of the wild?!!' Tell your old man that sometimes a chunder joke is just a chunder joke.
Love.
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