Four Shapes of Pensacola

Pensacola Epilogue #1

Well it’s been just over 4 months since we got back from Pensacola. So much has happened. As soon as we got back, a flood of administrative and teaching duties came our way from having been away. And then, a few days later, I got really sick with symptoms remarkably similar to COVID-19, and passed it on to Alex. Then as we were both recovering we were told to prepare for the University to shut down.

The ensuing months were difficult but enlightening. We tried to keep up production but the reflection needed to understand the pandemic situation and enforced isolation inhibited a free flow of ideas. We still very much valued the experiences we had in Florida and the data we collected, but they became distant very quickly as the more immediate situation enfolded.

It wasn’t a complete shutdown of creative activities. We tried to work with the Camellia scan data. We processed it in different ways. After a while we had to admit we just weren’t falling in love with them. There was just something about the composition, the too-much-ness of Camellias, that thwarted our efforts. It may be that they can’t be treated as a standalone study. They may find themselves interjected into the other works. And this, in a way, seems fitting given the way we encountered them in Pensacola. They were very ordered, prim, in contrast to the wildness of the bayou and forests. Yes, they were everywhere in the city but somehow seemed like an addition. Like a lawn. Here is a frame from one study of the Camellia data:

camellia scans

Camellia scans processed through Touch Designer.

Recently as things have started to reopen and become more predictable, I started to play around with the shapes we had scanned on a rainy day. I also started to think about the colours we saw when we went down to the beachfront — bright joyful colours reminiscent of carefree beach holidays. This too seemed to be Pensacola. Again the contrast. In the end I made a composition of 4 of the shapes onto bright saturated backgrounds (featured at the top of this post). It may still change (maybe the camellias make an appearance??). We want to try printing it with the Risograph at Emily Carr. This is a standalone study for the mushroom shape (the accident that started it all):

Mushroom Shape

An accidental mushroom

There is still much to investigate and document from our time in Florida and we will keep going in fits and starts as we deal with all the changes in our lives.

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July 23 Detail of gathered materials

Epic Walk Diaries (July 23)

permission to enter
thank you for asking
a past-teenage pass
fields of chicory
purply bright bitters
river boat smell crows feasting
on pungent impermanence
a true path
a mud bypass
beside a more river
at ease
pump station
prompts chaotic strategies
inhibiting bacteria
doubles us back
to musqueam academy
permission to enter
yes 
some may not be as nice
beware of the fore
Amigo greets us
at La Finca
zucchini blessings for all
sleeping pumpkins
waiting for halloween
fore ball     pumpkin wow
two hundred orange pounds
not Portlandian
figs roses sunflowers
(not smiley yellow)
mourning Gilbert
Gilbert with the new apple tree
smiles on imperfect grass
river path edible sweetness
Bauer bench
a note to return
a road to helpful extraordinary lips
directed lively
shaded limpid creek
leaning queen anne
thistles push pull poke
guarding a soft finish
fruity amble
passed white history
winched   embarrassing riches
river cops
doubly taken land
ripe bounty
chalky jade
anne bourne moments
groomed wildness
village permeability
inaccessible secure wealth
wild boundaries
generous contradictions
damson plum finish
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[
Start 10:10
End 2:20
Musqueam Cultural Rotunda,
to the river, cul-de-sac, back to Lola,
to the Musqueam golf and learning academy,
on Groomed Paths by the water, up to 51st ave,
back down to the water, more Groomed Paths,
along country club, past Deering Island, 
Groomed (Fruity) Paths,
Mccleery Golf Course, picnic under plum tree, 
clean finish at Carnarvon St and Celtic Ave.
]
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gathered materials

Epic Walk Diaries (November 18)

monochrome golden
determination
delightfully interruped
by
sari orange
pink orange
red or turmeric
yes but shimmery
it's like a two-shelled
berry
the inner berry is
ummm orange
sari orange
the sweetness of mom
frost! November
muck
so satisfying
imagine being barefoot
listen look
a calling bird
brambles
silence    we wait
leaves quiver
weaving as hopping
as small as a finch
we want order
no chaos
no, chaos
chaos!!!!
fear
the ultimate investigation?
or one like any other
which tunnel to go down
do all tunnels lead to...
no head?
layers of white
fireweed forests
curled by gravity
hooked by brambles
so much stuff
that can be grabbed onto
don't worry. they love you.
the absence spoken
of skeleton leaves
tissue-like   materialized
the magic of attention
defiant yellow
untriggered!
brilliant life burst
in brown entropy
a tertiary display
the rest of canada hates us
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[
Start 2:30pm
End 4:30pm
Pacific Spirit lot, back to Acadia beach,
up Marine, back to the lot,
past the sunlighted streams,
a close brush with wreck beach,
up to the burrowing grove,
zig zag through trees, cliffs, brambles
back down burrowing grove,
and the lot.
hello lola.
]
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porous

After a deep freeze
I asked the ground
What does it feel like?
To be porous again
To feel the thawing water
Flow in
To be mushy and smelly
To hear things as other
Than muffled knocks

During the freeze
They say worms survive
By burrowing deep
In their own slime

I like to think about this

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