Six months ago it was necessary to move the pump’s suction hose to the very middle of the dam in order to extract the last of its water.
That was January. In April, when only half an inch of rain fell, the dam was completely dry and I walked out to the middle to retrieve the hose and pump and bring them to higher ground just in case it ever rained again and filled the dam.
I wasn’t all that hopeful, to be honest.
But in May heavy rains saturated the land.
In June heavy rains continued and, with the land no longer able to “hold on” to the water, the water finally flowed freely into the dam.
Yesterday, I took the above photo that shows the newly filled dam. For the first time in over ten years, a stream is flowing into and out of the dam. Almost brings tears to my eyes.
The squishy sound my footsteps make when I walk on the land is a delightful sound.
Finally, after many, many days of re-finishing the sculpture nicknamed the Pumpkin Pole, it was installed on the eve of Good Friday.
During the Easter weekend myself and Marisa have been working around the base of “Birth” in preparation of sowing grass.
Here’s a very short four second video that is fun to watch.
gaia from Peter Adams/Windgrove on Vimeo.
Last year I posted a short one minute video that was part of an advertising campaign by Tourism Tasmania. Recently, the producer of that video sent me a five minute, “Director’s Cut”. This is a really beautifully crafted video. Enjoy.
Tourism Tasmania – Peter Adams from Brad Sayers Director on Vimeo.
It’s been a whirlwind of drone footage and photos for the past month by long time friend and guest artist at Windgrove: Dan Bailey.
For a visual treat, go to Dan’s own blog to see more images and read what he has written about his time here.
My long time friend Dan Bailey is visiting Windgrove for a month. Here’s his first video of the area.
Enjoy this visual treat.
Emily at Roaring Beach from Dan Bailey on Vimeo.
In the crystallin vastness of a starry night, if you or I look up into the billions of pin-pricks of light and try to comprehend the enormity of space and time and our place in it……
We can feel totally insignificant.
But…. We have a choice.
We can let our undeniable “smallness” crush our spirit and live out our lives feeling powerless, doing nothing but sleep walking through the days knowing it “will all end anyhow, so why bother”.
Or…. We can connect with this vastness and rejoice that we are graced by the magic of being alive at this very moment of time with a body made up of the very stardust that inhabits all. Wow. How lucky are we? We are literally linked to everything in the universe.
So I sit beneath Gandalf’s Staff in the Styx Valley of the Giants waiting to meet up with the UNESCO World Heritage advisors — flown in via helicopter — to explain to them why these ancient forests should never be logged; even for the speciality timbers I might want to use. Simply put: There is no piece of art that is as beautiful as the standing old growth tree.
But why me? Why am I one of only three people chosen to talk on this issue.
Basically, who gives a shit as to why? The thing is, is that I was asked to do this. So I put down my tools in my studio and drove the eight hour round trip for a 30 minute session beneath this forest elder.
From each according to their ability. To each according to their need.
Yes, in many ways I am but a bit player in the role out of the magic carpet of life, but in this moment of time, our ancient forests need our collective help.
I’ll do whatever I can, no matter how seemingly small.