Monument to the Winch

March 12, 2017 § Leave a comment

I took a drive out to the top of Lewis, near Port of Ness. A beautiful white sand beach is nearby, light blue waves, dark black rock with green sea moss. Theres all sort of tendrils of driftnet and rope that has washed up, half buried. I collected some as well as a piece of driftwood, to weave together and make a sort of windchime, or weathervane. Driving into the village I saw the brutalist concrete harbour, a zig zag of stone sheltering moorings and a slipway, with a big breaker from larger storm waves. The old winch house sits at the end of the slipway though the winch is long gone.

Found fishing rope, seaweed and driftwood collected from Traigh Shanndaigh near Eòrapaidh, Isle of Lewis, installed as a temporary decoration to the old winch-house on the ageing concrete and stone breakwater harbour at Port of Nes. Installation documentation. 2017.

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Greenland Sea

May 22, 2013 § 1 Comment

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Yesterday a chance encounter on a boat docked in Skags – we took portraits of the sailors for Guido to paint into murals in town, the mayor asked if we wanted to go on board for the final leg of the trip. Our destination was Siglufjord, a narrow and small fjord on the north coast of Iceland. It was about a 9 1/2 hour voyage…. sweet baby Jesus.

Huge seas (10 ft, 12 ft??), no sleep, one very sick cabin mate and a bit of time spent flying off our bench beds to floor. Drenched by huge wave outside while boat almost vertical… might have been some killer whale wrestling. A great adventure with fellow salty sea dogs Guido and Linda.

I was thankful to see dry land. Now to bed.

For Iceland

January 14, 2013 § Leave a comment

Expeditions to find the north-east/west passage that resulted in disappearance of entire boats. Taking crew lists and descriptions of the vessel from first and second hand sources, recreate an entire lineage for each person and model of the ship. Envision scenario when captain finally knew it was all going to end. Create model boats that can sail and set them forth into the Norwegian Sea. Consult local prophetess about the souls of departed. Pray for them. Make own boat, anchor it to shore at three points, sail out. Rituals, winch myself back in again. Repeat. Find coordinates to the Bearing strait.

Go to beach with black sand, carve out a vein, take it with me. In place substitute the sand from yellow beach. Maybe bury it. Film the exchange. Repeat at yellow beach. Hide a talisman hope it gets washed to sea… now the both are present at each other. Take information on the tides and rate of dispossession of sand and renewal rates, estimate time before sand is fully absorbed at each site.

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