site sits

We made art at my site. The art is a preview of more art. That art will be ready for Monday. That art is my paper on "genres."

I was thinking of “restoration” at my site today, mulling over how we challenged, complexified, validated, and disclaimed the word in our conversation on Thursday. It feels like the first true day of spring today. This got me thinking...spring can be considered a time of restoration. The earth is “returning” to its former, vibrant and colorful state. Flowers are blooming, birds are chirping, the sun finally peaks its way out from behind the clouds. Spring is often treated as a time of rejuvenation and rebirth. But this got me thinking...does springtime “rebirth” always bring about the restoration of flowers and happy thoughts? T.S. Elliot wrote that “April is the cruelest month”. Maybe darker and heavier thoughts also experience a rebirth in spring.

Groups. Crowds. Bodies. #connection

Footsteps to there and then back again. #restlessness

Burning of tobacco and paper. Those eyes staring in one direction but blowing air in the other. #stressed

Clothed vs. unclothed.  Chapped vs. not chapped. Sitting vs. Standing. #variety with a dash of #confusion

Wrapped yarn in the tree. Beer can in the branches. Tree next to concrete. Concrete in earth. #displacement

Droopy eyes but lively movements. #how

Bedtime vs partytime. #choices

A Conversation 

https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B95MqnIlin-yLXNIdFNsekRadHM/view?usp=sharing

Words I thought of on the rugby pitch while I watched Wednesday practice:

Team

Cold

Dirt

Mud

Head

Hurt

Running

Kicking

Breezy

Cloudy

Feeling

Lazy

Splash

Rustle

Pet

Tackle

What else?

I forget…

Last week, I sounded retreat.
I was SO DONE with my cozy retreat:
Too closed-in, too tight, too neat.
I sought out another seat.

One with a vista.
.

And movement.

So the pace is slow...

When talking about being more wild with our writing, we talked a lot about how using space and silence can be powerful and can allow for more freedom in interpretation. Well I've decided I will take that to the extreme with this post, and instead of filling it with words that attempt to map out my site sit experience from today, (which is already something beyond words), I will just leave this space here for individual interpretation. So my attempt at wild writing here is space and silence. Have I pushed it too far yet??

Site Sit Reflection:

The end.

This is an excerpt from a letter I read at my site sit this morning...