Showing posts with label Erin Fussell. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Erin Fussell. Show all posts

December 5, 2015

Ode to Enchanted Light by Pablo Neruda

By Erin Fussell
Turkey Creek/ Gila
October 15, 2015

Ode To Enchanted Light

Under the trees
light
has dropped from the top of the sky,
light
like a green
latticework of branches,
shining
on every leaf, drifting down like clean
white sand.

A cicada sends
its sawing song
high into the empty air.

The world is
a glass overflowing
with water.

Pablo Neruda

November 12, 2015

White Sands

By Erin Fussell
White Sands
October 22, 2015


In twelve photographs.



















November 11, 2015

Border Crossing

By Erin Fussell
Big Bend
October 22, 2015

The Rio Grande borders the U.S. and Mexico at Big Bend State Park.


October 11, 2015

Hallowed Ground

By Erin Fussell
El Vado
September 20, 2015
















HD Video Still

October 7, 2015

Silence on the Mesa

By Erin Fussell
Valle Vidal
September 30, 2015

The Rules:
Don't leave until 8:45 pm
Follow the path down from camp to the creek.
Cross the creek by Paula's tent.
Find the red string in the valley.
Follow the string up the hill and onto the mesa.
Once on the mesa, we request silence and to turn off your headlamps.
Continue following the string that has turned from red to tan.
You will know the space when you get there.
The performance will begin at 9 pm.
We request no documentation and silence.
You will know when it's over when only one figure is left on "stage" in child's pose.
Please leave following the string in darkness, in silence.
Thank you.


Sound, choreography, concept, set and performers: Andrea Luella Gohl and Erin Fussell
Audio from the performance will be part of the forthcoming Songs for New Mexico recording.

Just a taste:


October 4, 2015

I'm Sorry

By Erin Fussell
Cebolla Canyon
September 5, 2015

Red ants rule the ground in Cebolla Canyon, New Mexico. Their giant hills sit at the center of cleared circles of dirt about 6 feet in diameter with each colony spaced far apart from each other. The hills were covered in tiny pieces of twigs so in my good intention to work with them, I added some more twigs. But, after I did that and watched them, I saw that they were working together to remove the twigs that I had "helped out" with. So, then I began to help remove the twigs, too. 

I'm sorry, ants. I know better now. 



September 17, 2015

River Prayer

By Erin Fussell
San Rafael Swell
August 27, 2015

A vingette.



September 13, 2015

Highway Driving Rain

By Erin Fussell
Travel
September 1, 2015

I-40 from Page, AZ to Cebolla Canyon, NM
Cargo van.



September 11, 2015

Moonrise over Goblin Valley

By Erin Fussell
Goblin Valley
August 28, 2015