a 1:1 map of itself

In the course of building this first installation, six stations manifested, each with its own microeology: hollow earth, petrified forest, compost house, telescope bridge, harmonial spheres, and erth* bath. A box containing lenses, wishbones, cicada husks, and negatives was buried in the ground beneath the compost house, with sampled pieces from the other stations mixed with the compost itself. After the construction a script was written, a mythopoetic narrative full of sampled quotations—a fictocritical tour of key influences. (See “script” below.) The site was dismantled in the fall to make way for a second installation.

Were this installation to be curated, I imagine it looking something like this:

The video, as large as possible, would be projected on a far wall as one enters the first room.The photographic record could be hung unframed with string and butterfly clips on the left wall, salon-style. On the opposite right wall, the photos shot with 120 film might be hung more formally, perhaps small prints framed with wide mats. Material from the original site—sod and marble chips, tree stumps, a compost pile, galvanized steel, gourds and chimes, crystal earth globes in a shallow dish of water—would be arranged across the floor in their own little non-sites. The compost pile should be featured in the center, its rich loamy smell greeting the viewer as she enters the room.

* Bill McKibben’s Eaarth adds a vowel; I felt subtracting one was better suited to present conditions.