Next entry in the cubic foot of art project-- Natural history of my yard.
Like many kids, I collected a box of things from the woods —my personal museum.
It got lost along the way, so this box is a new natural history collection from my yard--
specimens pressed onto handmade paper, paper made from my prairie planting, found natural objects.
I have now been in this house almost half my life. Once I went to a men’s weekend with poet Robert Bly, where someone asked about recognizing sacred space. He said that if you live in a place for 30 years, you will know. Today I cut branches tipped with buds and tied them together as a bundle of buds, grateful for another spring in this space. Most spaces have been sacred to someone.