Showing posts with label Orianna Pavlik. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Orianna Pavlik. Show all posts

October 6, 2015

Visiting Lake Powell

By Orianna Pavlik
Glen Canyon Dam
August 31, 2015


Of all the sites we had so far visited, this was the most thought provoking in terms of the social and cultural landscape. Down at the marina boats gathered, and tourists sunbathed. Our site was equipped with bathrooms, sinks, tables, and a shade shelter. We set up our camp tent under the shade shelter and cramped our tents into the designated space. Down the road was a camp store with a Laundromat, showers, and a shop filled with souvenirs and camp supplies.

























We walked down to the lake to swim but came down to a beachfront that was closed. We went down to the water where the smell of diesel was strong and rainbow streaks reflected in the water. Closer to the shore a strange yellow chemical was gathering. The water in front of us filled a canyon that most people never had a chance to see. That night we watched the documentary Damnation. It was an ironic juxtaposition to the group of French men playing Frisbee without their shirts next door. They came to enjoy the beach and play in the sand, where as we came to visit the dam and critique the role of such an industry in the U.S.

The Glen Canyon Dam was the pride of local people. It provided electricity and jobs and a recreational area for tourism. However, it was clear to see the negative impact of the dam as we looked into the future.


October 5, 2015

L A N D S C A P E // B O D Y

By Orianna Pavlik
Cebolla Canyon
September 22015

dry clay
hot sand
rough bark
skin

exploring the landscape
with my body
naked
and vulnerable

sharp brush
scraping against my legs
the sky
like a mirror
exposing me
nude

the air flowing around
my body
to the wind

curled up
contorted
imprisoned by insecurity
but
a moment of freedom
between me
and the landscape





October 2, 2015

Investigation and Reflection

By Orianna Pavlik
Horseshoe Canyon
August 28, 2015


up from the valley
and high into the heat
through steep hills

the sun presses down
on my back and neck
on my bare shoulders
and beckons me up
to a large, fresh watermelon

while the red landscape
is watching our shadows grow

long and thin behind us



September 9, 2015

Place

By Orianna Pavlik
San Rafael Swell
August 27, 2015

Anticipating our first trip of the semester, many of our conversations revolved around the concept of place. What does place mean, and how does a place come to have meaning?










At San Rafael Swell, Utah we settled into a quiet campsite nestled in the valley of surrounding mountains. Under a group of cottonwoods we set up the camp tent, and from there individual tents were spread out along the river.











I set up tent behind the main camp tent, and on one occasion managed to sleep through breakfast. On our first day our ventured into the extreme desert heat to explore the valleys branching out beyond our site.











The sun was strong, bringing temperatures up to nearly 105 degrees Fahrenheit. We reconvened at camp at our scheduled 7pm dinner and enjoyed our fifth meal together.










The following day, the valley was covered by rain clouds, and many of us spent the day lingering around camp. I spent the day documenting the spaces people had occupied, and left. After documenting stills of the objects we’d left strewn around camp, the next day I decided to photograph each of us with our tents.










These images are meant to capture the way we occupy space, one that once was new, and the melancholy of leaving what we begin to call home.