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Fall and rise drift and balance

I am making a path through this and part of my life, sharing old age with a population wave. This work is my experiment with this experience, a way to tease open gaps in our tight woven culture of profit and growth, courage to speak of diminishment, debilitation, extenuation and the value of frailty, falling so we can rise

Over many years I have lived the  profound lesson of the salmon run here in the Tsolum river. Since 2013 I have been projecting video of my body falling onto the rising and the dying of the salmon. This year I saw salmon dying and dead from lack of oxygen in the too warm river. With their energy for that final push after the rain came,  the living swam over the dead to get up to their imbedded destination, spawn and die. Their will to keep going no matter how ragged showed me my life in a time warp. This is me. Frailty and determination and will. A mixture of falling apart and the drive to continue right to the end. That is my desire. To fall and rise until the final sinking.

Drift, surprisingly buoyant stoneware clay floats I constructed as a tangible expression of my experience of endings. People near me died. Like shapes floating in the sea they disappeared over the horizon. I saw that everything sooner or later disappears or dies.

The clay offered me graphic possibilities.  The coronavirus drifts through the world, not disappearing but bringing death,  the virus colonizing and destroying humans.  Songbird species disappear, indigenous languages endangered.  I was able to represent these frailties and dangers on the walls of the floats. This fleet became a tool for research as well as my expression of loss. Nothing is stable; drift is unpredictable as I discovered.

Balance is a temporary resting place a place between rising and falling and drifting. Balance is an instant of stillness in the tipping, a stability of change. I made the balances of steel, a strong yet malleable material. Reflecting our human body, arms are outstretched to keep upright in the experience of shift.

These are the elements of my being, body and mind.

Walking is small falls and rises, movement up, movement down.

The roaring power of water falling from snowmelt down mountains into rivers is our survival.

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