Making Meaning

A stream coming out of a wall

concrete wall

that goes way high up to the highway.

The stream pours out through rotting leaves rotting trees

and quickly disappears again into another culvert.

I don't know if you would consider it a stream, any more.

I don't know if you would consider it a place, any more.

There would be no reason for people to stop there

but

I did stop

and why did i?

And so I've been doing drawings of it

and including myself in those drawings

and drawing it inside myself

in an attempt to get a sense of it

and to understand my participation in defining it.

With all this thinking,

the area is gaining importance for me

It's turning into something.

Maybe it's turning back into a place.

The drawings have turned into a figure

that the place is within.

But the place also extends beyond the figure.

The next experiment is to go back and imprint this back onto the concrete wall

and I don't think anything more needs to be said about it right now.

Except that it's a fairly clear night,

Full Moon

That has already risen so I'll be in the shadow of the wall.

I'll be starting at around 11:00

I'd like to see if I can stick around until sunrise

and just see what happens out there.