Published on February 25, 2016
I spent last weekend on a beautiful retreat with some friends, on an island in the Pacific Northwest.
The same sacred space I visited last year as well.
This time, it was still transformative. But different.
I can see that reflected in the land art that I made while I was there.
The piece in the photos above I call Offering. All that I have of it is the photos in this blog post.
The piece below shown on the creme cloth is what I brought home with me. Intuitively I gathered the shells and the driftwood that made a perfect base. It now sits on my altar in my studio. A Confirmation is what I call it.
Last year I made land art that I left behind too. I called it Buried. It’s the one shown in the photos directly below.
Below that photo is the land art I took home with me that time. This piece I called Alignment and it too sat on my altar in my studio for most of last year.
When I look at these pieces altogether now, it’s obvious to me of the natural progression that has happened.
I love how the alignment of colors in my Alignment piece naturally lends itself to the alignment of colors I created in Offering.
It makes my heart skip a beat to realize that time is seamless. That the truest essence of who we are is seamless too — and that what we create, from the honesty of our own hands, will always connect the two.
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