Portland, Oregon: Smith and Bybee Wetlands sculptures, XI
The collection of art here really effected me, I keep coming back to it, like this piece, I have three photos of it here, I could not keep from adding this one.. I find it compelling...
the fact that they are made of stones, so heavy, so present, so a part of everything there, blanding into nature... it is historic, a representation of the remnants of ions of time from that area, kind of like looking into the past of the place, seeing the passage of time... stones stay, I have been to many archeological places, where sones stayed, like notes left from the ones once existed there... here these two were uprising to find in the bushes on a path, suddenly like ghosts, like the people who rode in canoes exploring there, had passed and these left as memorials to exploration, and they also look like caskets, as well as the smooth surfaces look like water, like looking into water, into depths...
poetry and art, connecting thoughts, feelings emotions, enriching our experience of life, making neurons jump from one point to another, creating networks of perception... we see further and wider and deeper...
I need to get back there in different times of the year, and see this art in different states of nature... for me it transformed that part of Portland which is mostly industrial and flat extending into the flowing waters of the two rivers that meet there...
please see large :)
Portland, Oregon: Smith and Bybee Wetlands sculptures, XI
The collection of art here really effected me, I keep coming back to it, like this piece, I have three photos of it here, I could not keep from adding this one.. I find it compelling...
the fact that they are made of stones, so heavy, so present, so a part of everything there, blanding into nature... it is historic, a representation of the remnants of ions of time from that area, kind of like looking into the past of the place, seeing the passage of time... stones stay, I have been to many archeological places, where sones stayed, like notes left from the ones once existed there... here these two were uprising to find in the bushes on a path, suddenly like ghosts, like the people who rode in canoes exploring there, had passed and these left as memorials to exploration, and they also look like caskets, as well as the smooth surfaces look like water, like looking into water, into depths...
poetry and art, connecting thoughts, feelings emotions, enriching our experience of life, making neurons jump from one point to another, creating networks of perception... we see further and wider and deeper...
I need to get back there in different times of the year, and see this art in different states of nature... for me it transformed that part of Portland which is mostly industrial and flat extending into the flowing waters of the two rivers that meet there...
please see large :)