Arriving at Kan Tiang Beach in the peaceful southern part of Koh Lanta felt like a relief, partly because it was nice to be in a small tourist village instead of the hustle and bustle of Christmas in a tourist town like Ao Nang, partly because the feeling of being in the countryside was inspiring. Looking at the tide coming in and going out on the rocky beach yesterday made me decide that I would want to record the tide somehow. And today my travelling companion wanted to go to a small rocky cove nearby, because that would be a good place for snorkeling. The morning was windy and I had no desire trying to do some snorkeling in rough sea – I have bad experiences of that before – but the idea of a small rocky cove sounded ideal for recording the tide, so I was happy to follow on the entangled path through the jungle. It was not far, but we lost the path and had to press ourselves through some heavy bushes, uh, and I was afraid I would never find my way out from there again. The cove was pretty and secluded, though. And I soon discovered the path from the beach, so I was not afraid of staying there on my own. It was only a few hours before high tide, and a small tree was standing in the middle of the cove, growing right from the rock, or so it seemed. It would be standing in water by high tide, I assumed. So I framed my image to include the tree, and used the horizon to divide the image into two halves, as I am accustomed to lately. Then I walked into the image and stood by the tree, and intuitively leaned against it, using it for support and comfort.
I decided to repeat the same image once every hour to record the changes produced by the tide and to use the time in between to record some images of rocks and water that could be combined into some sort of slow cross fade mix, perhaps. The tide never rose very high, and most of the day I spent recording the receding sea, which was not very spectacular, and searching for some shade in the intervals.
The day was rather hot and exhausting, but satisfying too. After I finished I tweeted that this was the first time in ages that I felt this might be something like a small work. In any case I want to go on working with the tide…
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On Nopparat Beach
Ao Nang in the province of Krabi in Thailand is a crazy place to work “After Sugimoto”, or rather his “Seascapes” with water and sea in equal measure without any disturbing details, since the peculiarity, speciality and beauty of the landscape here consists of the karst islands rising up from the sea in the most weird formations. Moreover, the local long tail boats are dotting the sea. To look for an open and even, undisturbed horizon here seems rather funny. But that, too, is possible of course, since there is plenty of Andaman Sea to enjoy. I do not have my zoom lens with me, so it is not that easy to find a place with open horizon between the islands. What makes it even more difficult is the strong sunlight; it is hard to distinguish what is there, in reality, in the image, and what remains outside the frame. And although I walked to the more secluded, or let us say less popular beach, called Nopparat Thara Beach, there are still plenty of people around. I waited patiently for one couple to get up from the water, and put my tripod next to the waterline. Funny enough a local woman, or a semi local tourist, perhaps chinese or japanese, came to take a photo with her phone next to my tripod, as if trying to understand what I was recording. Her ‘thank you’ is audible at the end of the second take.
I walked along the beach until the gate to the national park at the end, and marvelled at the change of the landscape at low tide. There were plenty of warning signs declaring ‘NO ENTRY’ or ‘CONSTRUCTION’ and then also some information about the low tide, when you could easily walk to the small islands near the shore and also advice what to do if attacked by poisonous jellyfish.
I was warned, and walked over along the ridge of sand, no short cuts through the mud. The rocks looked like strange houseplants rising directly from the sand. It was nice looking at the rocks at close distance, but there was nothing really interesting. On the way back, walking along the beach under the trees, trying to find some shade I stopped at a small pavilion and decided to document the view with all the hazy islands rising on the horizon, when a bulldozer suddenly appeared in my image, like some prehistoric monster.
Besides doing my “After Sugimoto” images I tried to write “God Jul” or “Hyvää Joulua” in the wet sand. It did not look that good, really, partly because of my boring handwriting, partly because of the greyish sand. And I realized it might be a better idea to write Happy New Year, anyway! Why not. I thought I could try to write the text with the small sea shells lying on the beach, since I saw a love note written with them on the other beach yesterday, and it looked quite beautiful. I was too tired and sweaty after my walk to try any serious work, and chose to return home as soon as possible. But the next day I finally returned to write my Seasons Greetings. So here they come:
South of St. Kilda
Missing the possibility of recording an ocean view from Southern Australia, or more specifically Melbourne, was out of the question. During my short visit to the conference New Materialism VI – matter, ecology, relationality at Victoria College of Art University of Melbourne I had no time to see anything except the city centre; no desert, no kangaroos, not even the black swans. But I really had to get to the ocean. So I jumped on the tram and headed for St. Kilda beach, the seashore of the city. On the way I listened to two students who were discussing doctors that travelled out into the desert with an airplane that was equipped like a small hospital, making brief stops in the villages to help sick or old people there. And I realized I had no idea of this vast country after visiting this one city, which reminded me of San Francisco, probably because of the trams and the cold nights. Once at the beach I was impressed by the fun fair atmosphere, the beautiful empty beach and the small marina, but there was no open sea view. I started to walk southwards, and asked an old lady for advise. She told me how to find the path that followed the shoreline. It turned out to be a double road, one for runners and the other for bikers. I walked for a while, until I reached a spot with what I imagined to be an empty horizon and made my image “After Sugimoto” from there. Actually I am not sure if the horizon was really open, or whether the other side of the bay was simply so far that one cannot see it with the naked eye. The image with the sea and the sky looked fine, though, with waves on the sea and clouds in the sky. When I turned back and looked at the horizon towards the North, I marvelled at the skyscrapers of the city of Melbourne. I returned with another tram, along another route, to see at least a glimpse of the city, if not of this huge country or continent that I really would like to explore one day….
Cami de Cavalls or How to Perform the Earth
The phrase ‘performing landscape’ feels outdated and quite impossible to use after reading The Ecological Thought by Timothy Morton. Well, the notion of landscape has been controversial for decades, and I have felt the need to explain myself for using it more than once. But now, when my twelve-year project of performing landscape is long since over and done with (although it has not been shown anywhere in its entirety, yet) it is perhaps time to discard the term and find one that feels more suitable for my current concerns. So how about performing the earth? That if anything sounds pretentious, but if we are supposed to think big, as Morton suggests, then why not. And the earth is not only this planet, of course, it is also the soil, the ground, the sand, the stones and the rock I am walking on. But how to perform the earth? Simply by walking on it? For years I used to perform by placing myself in one spot and then returning to that spot again and again to show how everything looked different every time. And of course that technique is still available. Here, on the southwestern shore of Menorca, standing in one spot does not seem the right solution, though. There is a path called Cami de Cavalls circumventing the whole island, and today I walked nearly five kilometers following it, from Cala’n Bosch to Cala Blanca (or whatever the name of the next small cove and tourist resort is). I carried my camera and tripod with me, but did not make a single image. Well, a few snapshots with my phone, just for evidence.
But I thought about alternative ways of performing that path, which follows the coastline and stretches along the rough surface of the cliffs with only a small detour further inland among bushes and low vegetation. One option would be to use the small poles that mark the path as a tool or “rule”, a system to follow, for instance by placing the camera on each pole recording the view along the path from there (and no need to carry the tripod then!). Or perhaps I should stand by each pole and record the image from the previous one, which is not always visible, though. The distances really shift. Or perhaps I should simply record my walk, as I did with my very first attempts in Ireland and in Farrera de Pallars in 1999. What seems clear is the fact that the path is the thing to be performed and recorded. It forms a continuous yellowish line across the land, revealing the soil, the earth, where people and horses have torn away the scarce vegetation. Not many signs of horses on this part of the path, though, neither excrements or signs of hooves. It seems mostly humans have used this path lately and while looking around, it is understandable. The views are great and the path is open, inviting everyone who wants a walk to follow it.
Today, Tuesday, I finally made an attempt. In the afternoon, around five o’clock I decided the sun was low enough to make it worth while to start experimenting. I dressed in a small dark sleeveless dress that I tied up – no scarfs this time – and walked to the start of the path with my camera and my tripod in a simple bag, no backpacks, no fuss. I made the decisions on the spot, like placing the tripod next to the signposts, on the right side facing forward along the path, and at approximately the same height, so slightly lower than normal, and with the horizon dividing the images in half. The gorgeous views of the cliffs and the sea were thus mostly invisible, but the path, the earth itself, the rocks and the soil would be in focus. I decided to walk to the next signpost, stand there for a while – long enough to repeat my ‘mantra’ – and then return to the camera. And then move the camera to the signpost where I had just stood, repeating the action by the next post. This way I walked along the path, returned, walked again with the camera, and so on. I had no idea what it would look like, and whether the next signpost would fit within the frame, since often I could not see the post while placing the camera. When returning home, taking a quick look, the images looked fine. So this is the way to continue tomorrow, or the day after, in the evening light. Perhaps it could become a triptych, walking forwards on the left, standing still in the middle and returning on the right – or then simply a continuation, walking and walking and walking on…
Today, Thursday, I continued my experiment, using the same principles as on Tuesday, starting out around five o’clock. It was easy to find the gate where I finished last time, and now I continued in the wooden part, “metsätaival” as I called it in my mind in Finnish. The brushes obstructed the view of the path, and the sky was covered with clouds, so a few of the images felt really sinister. To make matters worse, there were a lot of bikers and runners on the path, and because of the shrubs I could not see them from a far. So I had to repeat several of the takes since I did not want anybody suddenly jogging in the image. The bushy part of the path ended with a gate, and I thought of finishing there for the day, but the view looked so beautiful and the sun returned, so I went on for a while. While walking I thought about why this rather mechanical way of performing felt so right. With mechanical I mean the system that makes the decisions for me. No need to wonder where to stop walking and stand still for a while, since that is determined by the signpost. And no need to wonder where to place the camera, since that is determined by the signpost, too. And by avoiding all these aesthetic decisions I could focus on enjoying the walk, as well as trusting that the sum total of the decisions made by this “system” would result in a more accurate representation of the path than if I would have tried to find the most pleasing spots to stand and the most interesting views. Of course I could have chosen an even more mechanical system, like using equal distances by counting steps or something, but using the sign posts seems like a more interesting option. Sometimes I could not see the next signpost and would just keep on walking, trusting that it would show up soon. And so it did. And this way I finally solved the problem that has irritated me so often; what I see and what the camera sees are two very different things. Now the camera will see the same view as I do, when I move it to the point where I stood before. Well, since the camera is lower, at the level of my hips, the view is of course not really the same, but closer anyway…
Today, Friday, I continued, and was prepared to finish the project, since they had promised a thunder-storm for tomorrow. Well, I hope that will not happen, since I need to continue for a while. I proceeded rather close to the next village, with the buildings clearly in view in some images, but then the clouds covered the sun and there was less and less light and finally I realized nightfall was quickly approaching. To make matters worse my memory card was full for the “last” image, which was rather dim anyway. Part of the delay was due to people walking their dogs or jogging or whatever, which forced me to wait or to repeat the action. Part was simply my miscalculation. I really had to hurry to get to the village before it was dark, although I felt reassured by the thought that since it was full moon it would not be completely dark. It was very good that I did not try to return the same way, since it was already night when I reached the pavement of human habitation. Then a bus to Ciutadella, and another one from there to Cala’n Bosch. What a trip! But I sure want to make a fourth attempt tomorrow, to finish the path…
Saturday, last session, and starting with thunder. I left already around three o’clock, since the sky was overcast, so I could as well start earlier, I thought. Near the roundabout on the way a sudden rainfall with thunder suddenly struck, and I spent half an hour with an ice cream in a bar nearby. The sky looked ominous, but when the rain was over I decided to continue, and walked across the cliffs hoping for brighter skies. And yes, by the time I was near the place where I stopped videoing yesterday, the sun was already out. So I started my fourth session in full sunlight, and remade a few of the last images from yesterday. The remaining part of the path was quite long, after all, and some of the images I had to repeat because of frequent passers-by. But it was nevertheless not yet seven o’clock when I was done. And instead of going to have a drink in a bar in Cala Blanca, I decided to walk all the way back, to enjoy the views at a leisurely pace for a last time. Oh dear, it was an exhausting walk. I forgot how long it feels, when one’s feet are sore from stepping on all those sharp stones. The sun was low, so the heat was not bad, but my water was finished and I was, well, exhausted. But I made it, and now I write this at the bar Es Far d’Artrutx. It’s done! Hopefully this will become a finished work, too. And perhaps this way of performing the earth, simply by walking on the earth, will become a new practice to continue…
Artist’s Book – Diary
The artist’s book has not been a personally relevant notion for me. And it has no direct connection to performing landscape. I am proud of the books I have written (two) and the books I have edited (five) and of the web-publications I have been editing with others and in general of all the texts I have written. However, when the artists on Harakka island decided to make an exhibition of artists’ books I wanted to join of course. And without much thought I decided I could participate with some kind of diary. And I especially did not think of it as a video diary, although one could think of the video works I have created on Harakka Island as video diaryies, too. The diary should be a material object, either a notebook bought from a shop (one such I did fill with daily I Ching drawing, but rejected as too easy), or then a pile of paper somehow made into a book.
For a while I had made ”the drawing of the day” each morning, and now I decided to develop this practice into some kind of result. First I drew the phases of the moon, with my ”inktense” pencils, which you can spread out and thin out with water and a brush. Then I started drawing horizons, simple combinations of two colours. And finally I ended up filling small watercolour sketchpads in such a way that the backside of the previous page and the actual page functioned as mirror images or opposites to one another (see image above and below). And in the upper left hand corner I wrote the date with a pencil. To begin with I experimented with placing the horizon on different levels, but soon ended up placing it more or less in the middle. Perhaps this was a result of my video project ”After Sugimoto”, which I started around the same time. His seascapes are divided exactly in two, one half is sky, and the other half is sea. At some point I planned to try all the possible colour combinations of my set of colour pencils, but soon realized that the ”book” would become much too thick. Thus my diary consists of drawings from 17. February to 5. June.
The real problem turned out to be how this pile of paper could be bound or tied or somehow compiled into a book. I planned to take the pile to a shoemaker and ask him to make some holes, so I could tie it myself. A fiend recommended a professional bookbinder, but I hesitated, since the papers did not have any margins for binding. When I finally dared contact them it turned out that they were on holiday. Luckily, I thought. But how to bind the book? I tried with a needle and thread, but the paper was thick and the needle bent. Finally I ended up sowing the papers together one at a time. And because I did it haphazardly, carelessly, the result looks rather funny, or actually clumsy. But why could not a diary be clumsy?
Funny enough, the first art exhibition I ever participated in consisted of diaries, curated by Hannu Gebhard for the Kluuvi Gallery in 1989. There I showed a notebook that was pierced by three holes and tied with wire and three Chinese coins. At that time my diary was irrevocably closed to others and to myself as well. Now my diary is open although it consists only of colours. An a little bit of black thread…
More information about the exhibition Kirjatekoja_English_tiedote+avaj and also here.
Looking at the Mediterranean Horizon
Arriving in Cala’n Bosch, a tourist resort on the west coast of Menorca, I immediately took a walk to the shore and looked at the open sea view thinking, this would be an easy piece. Just pick your spot, since there it was, everywhere, the open horizon. The blue Mediterranean Sea was spreading out in front of me undisturbed by islands, piers, boats or anything. So on Monday afternoon I took my camera and tripod and headed down to the shore, to the same rocky spot I first saw when arriving. I thought that would be a place where people would not be lying on the beach and I would not have to be embarrassed carrying a camera amongst them, as if wanting to document naked flesh or whatever. I walked out on the cliffs, which were surprisingly sharp and uncomfortable to step on, and found a place for my tripod. But to my horror, I saw a spot on the lens. I had my camera cleaned just a while ago, so this seemed like an ironic twist of fate. I did not return back to search for a vacuum cleaner, but resorted to my handkerchief in order to remedy what I could. And it helped a little bit, yes. But now, by the time I was all set up, a boat came by, so I waited for the waves to pass, and then another boat. And then a rubber boat parked right outside the cliffs, and I thought they might start diving or something, so I decided to move. But when I had packed my things and walked halfway up to the road, the boat started to move again, so I returned. Finally I managed to record almost three minutes of the view with an empty horizon, half of the image sea and the other half sky, à la Sugimoto, before two sailing boats showed up. Funny enough, even with plenty of empty horizon, recording it might prove to be a challenge.
The real challenge was nevertheless ahead of me, that is, finding enough of an Internet connection to be able to upload these images and this text as a blog post. It took me two days.
Fluid Horizons on Amager Strand in Copenhagen
The initial get-together and the first key-note presentation of Fluid States North, which is part of the all-year and all-around-the-globe event Psi #21 Fluid States took place in a beautiful wooden bath house on Amager Strand, a recently renovated beach area in Copenhagen during midsummer, 18-21 June 2015. Unfortunately the weather was not the best possible, with drizzling rain and a chilly wind, so the experience had an element of endurance performance to it. I decided immediately, however, to return to the spot with my camera after the conference, in order to look if I could find a slice of an empty horizon.
And that I did this afternoon, Monday 22nd June. After a rainy morning the sky cleared at least partly and there were moments of sun when I stepped out from the Metro at Femoren, a stop between Amager Strand and the Airport. And the mud in the adjacent park and the noise from people taking down something that looked like the stage of an outdoor concert from the weekend before, the place was much more inviting, and looked almost like a beach. There was nobody on the beach proper, of course, midsummer in Scandinavia is rarely suited for such activities, but some people were enjoying the walk. And nobody was disturbed when I walked out to the small pier and placed my camera on a tripod on the large boulders in order to find a spot were no islands or windmills or boats or the famous Orebro bridge in the distance would intervene with the horizon. The clouds were dramatic, though, and no evenly grey image like the one captured on my iphone during the first visit could be created this time.
This time – one more attempt to begin the series of videos with the working title “After Sugimoto”, referring to Hiroshi Sugimotos’s famous Seascapes – I was using a new objective in my camera, and now the camera was properly cleaned by a professional, too, so presumably no dirty spots on the lens would disturb the view. It was not so easy to find an “empty spot” on the horizon, but I think i almost succeeded this time. The windmills to the left and the bridge to the right were hopefully cropped out of sight. While standing on the rocks, as immobile and silent as possible during the recording I listened to the surrounding sounds, inspired by all the recordings on Amager included in the audio papers I heard at the presentation of Fluid Sounds yesterday. At least the music listened to be the roadies taking down the stages on the shore, the airplanes landing on the airport nearby, the signal beep of the trucks backing, and occasional sounds of people passing by, talking, as well as the soft splashing of water against the rocks next to the ripped were easily discernible. Perhaps i should try to use a proper microphone and record the sounds for my videos in a more conscious and deliberate way…
The Cleft of Hell
One of the main attractions in the Helvetinjörvi National Park in central Finland is the narrow gorge called Helvetinkolu (Hell’s cleft) that leads down to the lake. More about the park and the famous cleft here. Hiking in the area with a friend during the weekend and enjoying the various forest types and many small lakes next to each other was not meant as a working trip, although I did bring my camera. And the small stone with the red arrow, of course.
Seeing the steep slopes immediately reminded me of a project I tentatively started last autumn in Oulanka National Park in the North East (see the blog post “Little Bear’s Trail”), something that could be called the vertical landscape. In order to capture something of that vertical feeling I turned my video camera on its side, and why not? Already Bruce Naumann played with turning monitors upside down. It was only when I tried to show some of the vertical video clips at a screening event that I realized the problem; I could not change the position of the projector for my clip only. Obviously these experiments were stuff for installations only, and partly because of that I did not pursue them any further. Only when I saw this landscape did I change my mind again. Even though there were no rivers or rapids rushing through the gorges here, the shores of the lake were steep. And the cleft Helvetinkolu is vertical for sure.
It looks a little like a gateway, and since the lake is narrow, deep and the water is dark, one could imagine that it leads to the underworld. Sitting in the gorge, which is quite impressive by Finnish standards, since there are no really high mountains in the country, and listening to the wind howling above, I could easily imagine some evil spirit appearing to chase away disturbing visitors like me.
Searching for the Horizon
Finding an empty horizon is not so easy, not even in coastal cities like Venice. I started playing with the horizon because of a small green line in my new camera. It is indicating when the horizon is in balance and dividing the image nicely in two equal halves. After playing with the idea of images cut in half by the horizon I encountered the famous Seascapes, the minimalist black and white photographs by the Japanese master Hiroshi Sugimoto. Although a video image brings in the temporal dimension, and adds color and movement, the still images look almost the same so I soon realized whatever I did would be “After Sugimoto”.
After a few attempts in Helsinki my first image in Bilbao was blue on blue as planned, but there some dirt on the lens destroyed my attempt. In Helsinki the weather was bad and the raindrops were blurring the image. Another day the sea was rough, spraying the image again; it seemed almost impossible to get a “clean” video clip. The simpler the image, the more all kinds of imperfections stand out. In automatic still images the camera seems to be able to clean the spots, but not with a video. Thus I carefully cleaned my camera, and decided to start again, and then once again.
Venice should be no problem, I thought, once one gets a little further out of the historical city. I looked at the map, and realized Lido di Venezia would probably be my best bet. I have been there before, for the first time in 1996, when I tried to write the radio play Via Marco Polo (living in a pension on via Marco Polo). So I headed out there after a nice lunch with colleagues on Murano. We were visiting the place with the glass factories as an antidote to the overload of contemporary art we had experienced during the opening week of the Venice Biennale. The sky was turning dark in the afternoon when I took a vaporetto first to San Marco and then another one to Lido.
On Lido I walked straight across the island, heading for the beach, in opposite direction to the crowd returning from there, and already felt the first rain drops on my skin. As soon as I had found my way to the shore and placed my tripod in the sand the rain started. I managed to frame the image properly with the help of the zoom and stood there in the rain, clutching the tripod in the wind, recording a sequence of three minutes. When finishing I realized the camera had slowly moved downwards, the horizon was no longer exactly in the middle. I considered for a moment whether I should try to find shelter and wait for the rain to pass, but decided I could perhaps return the next day. Only in the vaporetto on the way back, looking at my “catch” did I realize the water spots on the lens in the video recording, and almost wanted to cry. The spots felt like some weird form of curse. Should I perhaps make these annoying disturbances part of the project? The biggest spot is clearly visible in the still photo taken with manual focus.
The next day I made a new attempt, returned to the same “free beach”, walked out on the rocky pier where people were sunbathing and placed my tripod at the edge. Everything was fine, although a woman nearby was speaking on the phone, which irritated me at first, but then I realized that might make quite a fascinating soundscape.
The sun was shining, life was smiling and the ice cream I picked up on the way back tasted delicious until I saw the results: the same spot was still there. Now all I can do is take the camera to be cleaned by a professional and hope for another chance to visit these shores. The idea of abstract minimalism is turned upside down on video, at least in my hands, so it seems.
Through the Thick Skin of the Sea in January
The sea was open when I came over to the island, but since there was no wind it felt like it could be freezing any moment. There was no thin layer of ice on its surface yet, but near the shores there was a sort of porous jelly that could turn into ice floes any minute. For a good ice to form it was not cold enough, though. I got a ride across to the island and went to perform, to stand and sit in front of the camera with my dark blue scarf on the hill towards west for the last time. This remake of my weekly performance during the year of the horse 2002, done once a month in 2014 ends here. The year of the goat will commence a month from now, at 19th of February. This remake is like an epilogue to “Animal years”, the twelve years I have documented on Harakka Island 2002-2014. There is a sense of endings in the air in other ways, too. I have bought a new camera and will start to use it for future projects, which means, among other things, that I will no longer be recording on tape. When I look at the small DV tape cover on my table, I can read the dates I have visited the hill and the rock below it: 6 February, 30 March, 12 April, 11 May, 2 June, 14 July, 12 August, 17 September, 11 October, 9 November and 14 December 2014. And now, today, on 19 January 2015.
The book by Laura U. Marks The Skin of the Film – Intercultural Cinema, embodiment, and the senses (Duke University Press 2000), which was recommended to me by a doctoral student who is interested in postcolonial memory, is the only work related to video or film I have recently read. Mark’s idea of haptic visuality is a concept I have long wanted to explore. She focuses on independent films describing diasporic experiences and places the phenomenon of intercultural cinema in a historical postcolonial context. To begin with she also mentions some formal and political precedents like the Third World News Reel tradition or Black British Cinema and describes the infrastructure for funding and producing such films as well as the specific audiences addressed and involved, that is, touched by the actual “skin of the film”. Her idea that many of these filmmakers try to evade objectifying visuality and work with the blurring of vision in order to evoke other senses is perhaps not connected to my work in any obvious way. After all, working with landscape as a view is very much about overlooking the scene and keeping a distance. But the idea of standing in front of the camera in the first image, clothed in a scarf, which covers and hides the landscape behind it, with the image showing mainly the texture of the scarf, might resonate with her ideas of tactility or haptic visuality. As does in some strange sense also the idea of repetition, of returning to the same place, showing the same thing over and over again, trying to grasp what exactly is happening there, waiting for the details of the landscape to come to life. The focus on diasporic experiences in her examples makes the application of her ideas to this work somewhat artificial, but her emphasis on other senses than vision does resonate with my experience of trying to convey the experience of a landscape. Perhaps that is something I should really focus on in the future: to look closer, to forget the view and direct my attention to the details, the small more or less living things everywhere in the environment…
While uploading the material to my computer I took a walk around the island, for the first time in more than a month, and noticed that two big trees in the northwest, a birch and a rowan, had fallen in a storm. And I also saw a thick soup of ice floes floating out through the Uuninsuu or “mouth of the oven”, as the strait between Harakka island and Uunisaari Island is called in Finnish. Where did they all come from, obviously somewhere in the northeast. As long as the stream keeps moving, we will be fine, but if the movement stops the ice might freeze and there we are – or here we are, stuck on the island.
That was almost what happened. It was completely impossible to move through the ice in a small rowing boat. Luckily Saara came with her strong buster boat bringing her children home from the mainland, and agreed to try to take me across before nightfall. And the ride was exciting, to say the least. She brought me to the Ursula peer, since the skin of the sea seemed thinner in that direction. It was not possible to go around the floes; the soup was too thick for that. So she had to press the boat up on the floes, then back off if they did not break and try again. It was quite an achievement to get me ashore. And walking along the shore I saw her struggling back to her family on the island. I do admire her strength; what brave and tough woman she is.
Performing Landscape 