sculpture

Description: Nobuho Nagasawa's Water Weaving Light Cycle pulsates with shifting hues of blue light. The sound sculpture woven from optical fiber is suspended above a Seattle City Hall stairwell. During the day, the fiber tapestry has the appearance of a woven glass net; at night, blue light pulses through the fiber, simulating flowing water. An audio component mixes the sound of lapping waves, recorded at localcal beaches, with weather-related environmental sounds selected by a computer linked to real-time weather reports by the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration.

Salway Park is one of the pilot projects for the Mill Creek Greenway system in Cincinnati, Ohio. I worked with the Mill Creek Restoration Project and Human/Nature landscape architects in partnership with the Cincinnati Parks and Recreation Commissions and the Cincinnati Contemporary Arts Center to create Laughing Brook. This park, a series of playing fields serving lower income communities, is situated next to Mill Creek, one of North America’s most endangered rivers.

TRANSRIPTEASE (2007) is New York City's First Solar Powered Oyster Reef, a living art work, growing in the intertidal zone in MCNEIL PARK on College Point, Queens NY.

For the past few years artist Mara G. Haseltine has immersed herself in what she has described as “The Great New York Oyster Movement.” This cross-disciplinary project involves marine biologists, environmental scientists, community activists, oyster farmers and gardeners work to find the best solutions for restoring oyster beds which have historically graced New York’s Waterways in abundance.

Dicen que donde el hombre vive demasiado tiempo
se transforma en desierto.
El agua que da vida,
cuando hay demasiada vida vivida,
se transforma en algo muerto,
en algo yermo,
en los cuatro jinetes del Apocalipsis.
Dicen que la tierra donde nacieron mis padres
era un vergel,
una selva en la meseta.
Yo me acuerdo.
Dicen que había un río con peces,
con niños bañándose en verano
y lavanderas el resto del año.
Ahora,
sólo hay las lágrimas de los recuerdos
en un cauce estéril y reseco;