stonewalls in chilmark

structure is what makes a lasting impression to me, structure as the architecture within a nature that is forever entropic. the stone walls of new england are part tale from the clearing of pasture fields, part evidence of glacial fields, part evidence of humans building, rebuilding and marking the landscape. they create boundaries and lines that simultaneously separate and join, keep in and keep out, remain and crumble. the moss and lichen, the tiny red bugs, the poison ivy that colonizes and flourishes in the salty island air- this is where I am in the early weeks of July finding shady spots and walking the sandy trails to come across walls and to draw as a way of studying and being with the subject of my interest. my interest? barry schwabsky, my advisor, makes me probe deeper into what might casually be names "interests." since my paraphrase will only compromise his point, i quote:

.... remember {about studying my sources} that this does not mean one should try to define oneself or one's sources in advance--it really does mean that you only find them out at the end (if you are lucky). Another way to put it: Even though in a broad sense you know what interests you, you maybe don't exactly know what it is in what interests that interests you. (If that sounds confusing, you're right.) And you still have to work out how that becomes matter for art rather than subject matter to be illustrated.

I wish I could remember who it was who said, "The origin is the goal."