This is it. The last week of this roller coaster of a 13-week experimentation, hard work, focus, practical/stupid/brilliant/sensible/plain-bad ideas, sleep deprivation and many other things. Today, I cleaned out my space, removed all the furniture, recycled all the clay, packaged my leftover materials, cleaned my tools, and ceremonially destroyed all molds but one (this one is saved for two more days for a particular reason). There is a wast empty space again, replacing all the action that had taken place. Weirdly, the space seems to have no memory, it's waiting anew for the new occupant.
The only sign of my being here is ten porcelain "flowers" blooming on the bare gray cement floor. Clemence called the umbrellas "flowers" during my studio chat for their bell-shape and pointy tips; and seeing them all together this way tonight (for the first time), this was my first thought too.
Every week, I manged two cast and carve two of them, the designs (I mean, the maps inside...) getting more and more complicated and challenging to do. Together, they comprise my memory-mappings of all the places where I've lived and wondered around extensively, sometimes being lost, sometimes finding stuff. Tuesday, for my end presentation here at EKWC, I won't yet be able to have them installed according to my original plans, suspended in mid-air. That part needs to be figured out at home, in Seattle. During my run on Tuesday (while I went "zoning-out"), a new presentation idea flashed through my brain. I don't want to reveal too much in advance, but let's hope that the weather collaborates! In the meantime, here are some new pics from the 26th mile...
