Thursday, January 28, 2010

traces ...

today, in and around ...

been thinking about the archaeological sites i've visited, and places where evidence of previous culture is part of everyday life - from Pueblo Bonita in New Mexico and the petroglyphs along the Rio Grande Valley, St. Augustine in Florida, Route 66, old Hollywood, Philadelphia's Independence Plaza, the old cathedrals in Seville and Paris, the Mediterranean shoreline, and even some of the hillside caves along the Delaware river - here, where i live - where you can still find shards of native American pottery or arrowheads, or Civil War vestiges, the 1820's barn i renovated ...

sometimes the past isn't old enough to be mysterious - maybe, just legendary ...

with the exception of the monuments and lore that are erected; for the most part, everything blends back into the landscape, leaving only remnants of previous activity ...
there always seems to be tension, or even opposition between objects we make, and ideas - maybe, because we're innately aware of their eventuality - and that being human, in the scheme of things, becomes more of an idea passing through landscapes ...
i recall an interview with Brian Eno, where he describes some of his ambient music as 'landscape' - and, at different times in his career he applied melody - which he described as the human element passing through the landscape - and by its' difference, becomes the focal point of the music, or vista ...
and so it is for anything referential ...