Showing posts with label Clark Frauenglass. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Clark Frauenglass. Show all posts

December 7, 2015

COLD

By Clark Frauenglass
White Sands
October 22, 2015


Harriet and I decided to spend the night in hammocks rather than deal with unpacking and repacking our tents for just one night. Everything was great until about 2 in the morning, when I woke up to the realization that I was earth-shatteringly cold. I could feel the heat leaching out of my body through the bottom of the hammock. The skin on my back felt frozen. Trapped in my sleeping bag, afraid that any sudden movements might spill the hammock, I quietly sang all the sun related songs I could thing of, praying for morning to hurry the hell up already! 3 hours later, unable to stand the cold a minute longer, I threw caution to the wind, fell out of my hammock, and made a made dash for the van, wearing my sleeping bag like a cape. There I spent the remaining hour of darkness wondering why I hadn’t moved sooner.  Harriet stuck it out.

December 6, 2015

Obsession

By Clark Frauenglass
Big Bend
October 17, 2015


The area we are camped is surrounded by mesas. Each one has it’s own distinct geological characteristics. I’ve become obsessed with collecting rocks, I cannot stop picking them up! My hands and knees are covered in cuts and bruises from scrambling all over the cliff sides after selenite crystals and weird volcanic composites. I went down particularly hard right on top of a cactus and have been pulling spines out of my belly all evening.

December 5, 2015

Lost Again

By Clark Frauenglass
Turkey Creek/ Gila
October 13, 2015

I got lost again. I decided to take a night time dip in the hot spring along the edge of the river, but somehow failed to find the path in the dark. Instead of being sensible and back tracking until I found the entrance, I decide to just whack my way straight through the bushes to the edge of the river and hike down stream. Unfortunately, while bushwhacking, I got turned around and ended up heading up stream instead. I hiked through the freezing cold water for about half a mile before realizing my mistake. The spring is a short five-minute walk from my tent. It took me an hour and a half to find it.


It’s amazing how alone you can feel out here, even when there’s someone sleeping in a tent 10 yards away. Sitting alone in the hot spring at night, staring at the stars, surrounded by the rustle of unidentifiable creatures just beyond your field of vision, it’s not hard to imagine you’re the only person around for miles and miles. Totally worth the hike.

October 15, 2015

Gila River Collaborative

Gila River Collaborative
By Clark Frauenglass & Joanna Keane Lopez
October 15, 2015


For the past week, the Gila Wilderness has been home to Land Arts of the American West, a collaborative group of artists coming together to explore the environment and work with natural materials in response to the proposed diversion of the Gila River, the last un-dammed river of New Mexico. Land Arts of the American West is a semester long place-based art & ecology program through the University of New Mexico. As a group we have created a four-foot tall woven olla, traditionally a clay vessel for holding water, made of willow whips that we collectively gathered along the banks of the Gila River.



Since arriving in Gila, we have been learning from local artisan, Orien Macdonald. Orien has shared his knowledge of local materials and basketry with us. Under his instruction, we have harvested and processed willow, sotol and yucca from the surrounding area. With the materials we spent a day learning to weave our own individual baskets.

Local ecologist, Carol Fugagli, paid a visit to our camp and took us on a hike up the watershed. Carol shared her knowledge of the flooding cycles of a healthy river system, and the many endangered species that take refuge in the Gila Wilderness.


Our collaborative project, the olla, was built in stages with groups of four artists coming together to weave each successive panel. Once completed we carried the woven olla to the river where it was passed from hand to hand and dipped in and out of the river in a weaving motion, allowing the water to fill the basket and escape through the gaps in the woven walls.

The olla traveled from one artist’s hand to another down the river to a site on the bank. The olla was then planted along the bank in an act of renewal. As the willow whips take root and continue to grow, the olla will reconnect to the riparian ecosystem creating new habitat and paying homage to the vibrant wild communities and traditions that depend on the health of the Gila River.




October 12, 2015

Land Arts Zozobra

By Clark Frauenglass
Valle Vidal

September 30, 2015



October 10, 2015

There’s a Monster in the Desert, All Alone...

By Clark Frauenglass
Four Corners
September 25, 2015

“How far are we from Albuquerque?”
“Hmmm, ‘bout four hours.”
“Are there cameras around here? You seen any cameras?”
“No, haven’t seen any… probably a few…”
“Doubt they check them without reason though.”
“Yeah… You have a black truck?”
“We could paint it black.”
“So, hypothetically…”