my favorite balance of the weekend. partly because of the flow of design, africa rocks on tips… the general zen of the space. but also because of its magic.
Not only was this balance the most fragile and difficult to build, but it also stood the longest. in fact it was the only balance still standing after the festival, 3 days after zero. upon creation, caterpillars dropped down from the trees and began spinning webs between the cantilevers. I thought surely that it would be the first to go with the intermittent breezes
i’m still confounded by my observations on this final night. beginning at around midnight, a violent wind storm swept through the area. trees twisted and groaned in the wind. it felt like the earth was washing and renewing the space. out with an old, in with a new awareness of sorts. . . The campsite looked like a mild disaster zone. tents and easy-ups thrown around like rag-dolls. Meanwhile I sat with my garden in absolute awe that this balance and most others, were some of the few things left standing amidst relative chaos. my only logical explanation is the webs. maybe some conscious energy for the others? i have no idea. but i was romantically mystified, possibly because it seemed to me such a shear impossibility based on all previous experience. Pretty amazing to me how nature took over my creation, and strengthened it against the wind. (so goes my theory)
cheers to all the new and old faces i ran into! cheers to the festival staff who worked their asses off to make it all happen. thanks to the land for a pleasantly fresh energy. and cheers to all the creators who came together to amplify that energy into an overall positive vibration.
collaboration with nature: Gravity Glue + Caterpillars + High Winds + Power Outage = Magic.
“You’re under no obligation to be the same person you were five minutes ago.”