By Amy Catherine Hulshoff
La Villita, NM
September 5, 2017
Today I made a crop circle in a field of rye. The physical act of pushing the rye down with my whole body, pushing with my legs and forearms became a new form of drawing that moved beyond the material connection of the string I was previously using (in Cunningham Gulch) and the size of the work made my hands less essential. Moving in concentric and growing circles made me think of time and how we track time in western history as a linear function. Moving in circles, spiraling out, my body and the rye became a timeline of recurring events in space and time, when certain events can coincide at similar points in the spiral.
Then I was abducted. Leaving my clothes and water bottle behind trace a partial portrait and indicate that I am still trying to insert myself into the work without making it a direct portrait. I am not sure I like the idea of having to be so direct when I would rather it be a peripheral, even undetectable portrait. I just feel the image is more bio-centric and less Anglo-centric, but I am not sure what that means for a larger body of work.
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