Photo documentation from this project. I built structures with the panels, knocked them over, re-built them, suspended elements in trees. I lay under the structures, sat in them. Ate lunch in one.
The entire piece was moveable and changable.
This blog combines this sculpture with texts built from what I read in those newspapers from 1973. I choose to present these in verse. That happened very naturally.
"We are ghosts of our time and the time to come"
Taryn Simon
A unique village life,
A full life, they promise.
An atmosphere of human and spiritual relationship,
Created In each person.
There are no 'them' and 'us' here,
We live as full a life as possible.
Brigitte alters her mind,
"I've had enough, I want to live,
Nothing will make me change my mind".
They got around to putting her down,
With enough nerve to speculate a little.
There was a reaction of astonishment.
Silencers caught with their pants down.
"You must not believe everything I say,
I live from day to day.
Tomorrow I'll decide to enter a convent".
They took the blood without checking first,
The poverty stricken,
The young donor.
Attractive prices for poor students,
Down and outs,
The unemployed.
He sold his blood,
So that we could all benefit from the labour.
Thriving for years,
He should never have died.
Many miscellaneous items.
A pedigree pram,
A bundle of lady's clothes,
A single bed.
A life jacket.
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