WILLOW SPIRAL

The Wanderlust is back on the canals enjoying the tranquil feeling of being afloat. Behind us lays the Willow Spiral.

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WILLOW SPIRAL

The Willow Spiral was a part of Spiral Journey 2015, we planted it together with the boating community of Mercia Marina. It is the only Spiral of the Journey which will be permanent. When we came back this year the planted Willow had a hard time yet as how Willow do it survived and with a bit of help started to grow once again. We filled the caps, pruned the dead bits, cut the grass.

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BROKEN SLATE LOST WORDS

The slate on which the poems were written had broken, so we even picked up the pieces of the poems. On the bare slate new poems appeared, clearly poetry is a part of the Spiral.
With poetry in mind we had an other community event writing haiku or wishes. It was a lovely sunny day with many walkers joining in with us.

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NEW ENCOUNTERS

We created a small seat in the centre of the Spiral with a small Haiku box filled with little canvas flags ready for a small poem, wish, dream, remembrance or any other messages to be taken by the wind.
The seat is sheltered by a stick Tipi, to create that special place for reflection.

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HUNGRY WILLOW

The Willow will now look after themselves as some sure prove by ‘eating’ up the string which hold them. Nature will move in and take care while human write to remember the strength of nature.

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READING WILDLIFE

The Wanderlust moves on.

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WRITTEN SILENCE

 

mAgdA

 

 

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SPIRAL JOURNEY

The first Spiral for Spiral Journey will be made in the next few weeks, just a few miles away from Stenson where the Wanderlust was build in 1992.
On the moment we are moored at Mercia Marina near Willington along the Trend and Mercey Canal. It was here we planted last year one of the Oak trees, grown from an acorn found along the Shropshire Union Canal. The little Oak was planted in a hollow Willow tree which was sawn down to prevent it from falling.

the little Oak

the little Oak

Willows only live for a short time unless you coppice them. Now we will be making a Spiral as a part of Spiral Journey with people from the Marina. This Spiral will be made from Willow on a field next to the canal to virtual join the other Spirals which will be made along the canals. The field is a part of a wild life area and you can walk through it on the 3 circular walks from the Marina.

the field by the canal

the field by the canal

The field was chosen, not only for its position next to the canal, but also for its natural beauty. The location in the field is near the foot-bridge over the canal so people can see the spiral from higher up when crossing the bridge. In a way it moves on from the Bridge project starting by a bridge.

the foot-bridge

the foot-bridge

We will be weaving the Willow as some of the Willows in the field did natural, it will grow together into a living wooden sculpture. Last year i made a living Willow sculpture along the Shropshire Union Canal and after just one season the woven branches grew together.

natural woven

natural woven

Shropshire Union Willow

Shropshire Union Willow

A poem written by the people making the Spiral about the landscape in which the Spiral grows. Everybody experience the landscape different and by writing these different experience in one poem will make people look at that landscape from a different perspective. Visitors can walk through the Spiral while reading the poem coming to the centre. In the centre we will plant Flowering Rush, which we call in Holland the SwanFlower which is appropriate for the Marina as the Swan is used on their information packet.

flowering rush swanflower

flowering rush swan-flower

On our route with the Artist on the Canals more Spirals will be made. Permission has been granted in Milton Keynes on the StonePit Field using the stones we find there and again with a special landscape poem. In Aylesbury 2 Spirals will be made with children at the Queens Park Art Centre, these Spirals will be made with sand. One will have a poem the other, as it will be made by small children between the age of 4 till 7, will have handprints. The people of Cassiobury park are very keen to make an other Spiral there, on the moment we are working out the details of this project. The last Spiral will be made as a part of Linslade Canal Festival and will appear on the Peace Meadow next to the canal close to an other footbridge.

spiralpopUP

popUP gallery at Mercia Marina

Keep an eye on our FaceBook page for more details to be involved with the making of the Spirals any of the Spirals and become part of the Spiral Journey.

week 4 land art ONLY

During the fourth week of our cruising trip, the first piece of land art was made with the first trees planted in Cassiobury Park by the Iron Bridge Lock.

wanderlust

Wanderlust by the Beech trees

We found the perfect mooring spot for our popUP gallery, right in front of some wonderful Beech trees.
The wooden sculptures Berth makes are of beech wood. Beech wood is a challenging wood, a hard wood that easy splinter however it has such a lovely texture and with patience it becomes as smooth as silk.

Beech Wood closeup

Beech Wood closeup

Cassiobury is near the Whippendell Wood and customers were telling me how lovely it is. The next morning I went out to explore and to look for more material for the roof land art. This area has lots and lovely flint stones. They almost look like bones scattered around as if in a field of dead.
The last storms have turned some lovely trees upside down revealing in their roots what once was hidden in the soil. Under a fallen Beech tree I collected some great flint and decided that all the flint I was collecting to come from trees somehow.
Some came from fallen trees and others from standing growing trees.

flinter bones

flinter bones

Yet even under the fallen trees and dying trees you find the sculptures of life turning up in corners once hidden from the light to reach the light once again.
Cassiobury is close to Watford one of the fore towns of London, one of the last big green open spaces. Many people use the woods for sports, most of them running past, cycling past only a few take the time to stop and watch.
Rushing past all that can be seen and feel very little, never having time to touch.

inspiration for ONLY

inspiration for ONLY

There sitting on a fallen tree the inspiration for ONLY came to mind.
The flint was washed and scrubbed to reveal the white as bones.
The pattern, for ONLY, came from a fern leave. When a fern leave comes into life it rolls out like a spiral.  A hairy spiral the leave rolls into the light to grow and seed her spores.

spiral heart

spiral heart

The next morning, before we set of on our next part of the trip towards London, long before anybody was awake, i start to make the spiral ONLY.
I find it hard to work with people wondering around and watching my hands.
Therefor at 6 in the morning with the broom I started to sweep a part of the soil clear and made a circles with the fallen leaves and broken sticks.
The spiral came between two standing Beech trees next to a cut down Beech tree.
The spiral followed free hand the lines follows, this way, her own shape and when you look you see an almost a heart shape in the line of the spiral.

The Tree Centre

The Tree Centre

In the centre of the spiral came a small circle with in the middle two small Willows, which were grown from cuttings from Willows along the Middlewich Branch of the Shropshire Union Canal.
A piece of bark from a fallen Birch tree give the young trees protection from small nibbling animals. Around the tree on the soil a mixture of used tea and coffee provides some nutrition for the young trees.

one by one

one by one

The rocks were placed one standing one fallen like the fallen trees in the woods amongst the standing and growing trees.
The poem with this piece I wrote on the trunk of the sawn down Beech tree.

poem ONLY

poem ONLY

The letters form in addition an other spiral:

ONLY
when you sit
d
o
w
n
you will see
this

mAgdA

14 April 2014

 

 

BOEKJES the making of land-art poetry

two poetry books

two poetry books

The two poetry books displayed on the poetry table. They are printed on high quality card, each page shows a piece of art while it is a piece of art. You can put the pages in a frame hang them on the wall and you have 18 different possibilities to display.

Land Art Poetry blurs the boundaries between poetry and land art, between the written word and sculpture, between photography and poems. It forms part of Visual Poetry, as it gets written in the landscape and not on paper.
The land art poetry should be ‘amalgam’ of visual and digital poetry, which can be seen only for short period of time in actual reality but lasts in virtual reality.

The beach

The beach

About half of the poems are made on a beach near Trefin in Wales.
The making was a race against the tide and time. With low tide a large part of the beach became my studio but with high tide it would be all under water. The poems were all washed away by the high tide.
The inspiration came from the beach and at times the colour of the water was the inspiration.

the colour of the water

the colour of the water

The words appear in my mind while collecting the pebbles on which the poems were written.
I cleared a sandy part of the beach to draw a pattern for the words to be placed in. Each pebble one letter written in charcoal or chalk.
A photo taken to rush back before i was cut of by the incoming tide. Many days i had to take of shoes and wade through the sea back to dry land. A half hour after the photo the poem disappeared. Most poems nobody saw.

One poem took two days as i made it with white little stones. One day to collect the stones by low tide to put them safe for the next day.
While standing on the cliff i saw the spot and the words came to me, the next day i wrote them in the sand and filled them with little white stones. Some walkers on the coast path were the lucky ones to see the poem.

not good enough

not good enough

Some poems didn’t make it into the book, like all other written material some disappear in the bin. The words don’t flow, don’t say, don’t make you feel the moment, than they go down into the sea never to be mentioned again, except for this one time.

The poem Wanderlust has 514 letters so 514 pieces of ‘drift’ slate collected on the beach. The poem is made on Vagdavercustis as a part of a 2 acres piece of land art at Clegyr Boia.
I made a circle with gravel and created a labyrinth with blue recycled glass, in the labyrinth came the slate. Now Wanderlust is grown over by grass and brambles and the words feed the soil.

On the cover of the book is a stone balance called SunRock. Balancing rocks can be very meditative as you need pure stillness to keep the balance up and total concentration on the rocks only. It clears your mind to find a balance.

the start of Sunrock

the start of Sunrock

The book is a piece of art made with art. We will be selling them from the boat and if your lucky i will do some poetry performance. 10% of each book sold, goes into a land art forest fund, to plant trees as land art.
Hope to see you on our route.

One poem i give you here the rest stay in the book.

seeing time

seeing time

 

MAGDA

SHELTER

A story about a piece of land-art made along the canal.

clay pit

clay pit

While wandering along the towpath at the Middlewich Branch, you come along a nice pick nick area in a small strip of woodland. The local people call it the clay pit, i assume when they build the canals they used clay to seal the canals leaving some nice hollows.
Wandering through the shrubs my eye comes to rest on a Yellow Willow.

yellow willow

yellow willow

In the past somebody cut it down making it an interesting bundle of new growth. Willow is very good at this, whenever you cut Willow back, they will give you brilliant new branches ready for some weaving.
This particular Willow was not only giving me weaving material but also an idea to use the clay. Back down in the clay pit i test the clay, digging with my bare hands and forming it, does it hold.

willow art

willow art

Back at the tree the clay and the willow become tree art.
The silence of the wood was shattered by some howling. First what came to mind was a dog in distress which quickly became dogs followed by some fear and what the hack. It became clear by the sound of the horn it was a hunt.

hunt

hunt

I stayed hidden as i know a confrontation with these people is not appreciated and my mobile was not in my pocket just my camera. There was not much i could do by myself than making pictures and hide. It is still legal for them to hunt but not on a real fox, but how do you tell.
While i hide something was running through the woods, i stayed down, it was a single animal. It didn’t need me to scare it back into the field so i went very low to let it go.

My heart was pondering while helicopter and ultra light gliders circle above the field, apparently to protect the hunt. Now this made me mad. So the thing came to mind, a very British thing.
Stay calm and make some art.

shelter for the fox

shelter for the fox

So a new idea was born. The woods became on that moment the shelter for the fox or what ever other animal was getting away from the howling of the hounds.
The clay is perfect to make a sculpture, texture is a bit wild with many bits in it but it handles very well.

wild clay

wild clay

So a poem emerged written on slate that came from a beach in Pembrokeshire, the holes were made for a long poem that was never written. I took the box with slate to the boat for creating more smaller land art poems on our way along the canals. In a way all these poems will be connected to Pembrokeshire where my land art emerged out of gardening, therefor also the trees.

clay and slate

clay and slate

The poem was written on the pick nick table and in the cracks was some bird po with seeds in it. The clay slate didn’t really need the holes as this time i was not hanging them on some string. One of the seeds went into the hole.
The poem became something more it was going to grow. The seeds were from the dog-rose, a wild rose with big thorns but lovely rose hips, full of vitamin C. The perfect shelter for hiding from the unwanted, while feeding the birds. What also happened when the howl came closer many birds took to their wings and many cried alarm. The whole woods was in uproar including me.
The making of land art can me so relaxing and so rewarding and by the time i was looking for more seeds the birds came back, right near me. I was not a part of their fear.

shelter seeds

shelter seeds

The clay is very natural and will fall apart after some rain and frost can crack it open giving space for the seeds to grow.

not yet

not yet

It started to rain making the clay lovely and smooth and a special shine came over it like a glaze but too much rain and it would wash the clay away.
The pieces went for shelter under the pick nick table to wait for the rain to pass over.
I went looking for a good spot to create this poem, somewhere in this woodland. Some place where the poem can become a part of the trees.
At the clay pit are many self seeded Ash trees in all sizes it looks like a stick concert. Amongst them stands the white stem of a Birch. You need to look to see but than it is perfect.

ashes

ashes

I found the spot.
Ashes are easy to twist and turn just like Willow, perfect to make a living sculpture. I made one before in the walled garden with two Ash trees. So i started to make hoops with the branches and cut most of the side branches away. The brambles around the Ashes was weeded away, to give the trees a change to grow next spring and not becoming the climbing frame for the brambles.

ashbow

ashbow

To make the bows more visual they will be wrapped in natural spun wool , this will also prevent the little stems to start shooting again in spring and so the bow will keep its shape for longer. In the walled garden i used coloured wool, not so good in the wild it must be subtle so people need to look to see it.
Than it was dark

wool

wool

The next day i came back to finish the work with more wool in my bag and my mobile in my pocket just in case. On my way i saw somebody done some chain sawing at one of the pick nick benches leaving a lovely pile of saw dust.
Some time ago one of the benches was sawed into fire wood but not this time, the bench was just used as saw-bench.

The poem clay was still under the pick nick bench by the clay pit.

wrapping

wrapping

The wool is hold in place my some string made from Hemp, in the end it will all disappear down into the ground, feeding the trees.

claying

claying

The final pieces were made for the poem. The question was how to place the poem and the trees together. Sticking them on the branches did not work, the clay was too heavy. A wand of clay was too intrusive. Perhaps a bed of moss just like the fox shelter but not so good to take the moss away and kill it, it is too beautiful for that.
The sawdust could work.
My backpack became bucket and the sawdust became bed.

saw dust bed

saw dust bed

The poem altered on the last moment as the shelter became retreat, it sounds better almost rhyme with seeds.

retreat for the
wild
is build from
seeds

klaar

klaar

It is subtle hidden, most people will not see it unless they stand still and look.
The wool mirrored the white stem of the Birch.

birch sticks

birch sticks

So became the scare of a hunt a piece of art.

The other day i went back to see how it was. The clay did as i expected and was falling apart. The rain had washed away most of the poem. The wool looked good specially after some rain, the drops hanging from the wool, look like a magnifying glass.

drop

drop

Art within the art.

The yellow willow ball stands strong and is growing. The clay had all sort of little bits in it and some were little roots which started to grow.
When springs come and the willow starts to grow as well, this piece of art will be something.
In the willow will grow clover and grass, only time can tell, how the art will grow.

growing

growing

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