The North Sea, as experienced from the sultry coast of Kochi. Speaking of transpositions, another memorable moment.
I wonder if in-situ art considers the physical conditions in which it would be experienced, in addition to the visual characteristics of the space it is housed in? Or is all art assumed to be experienced at 72 deg F?
Here, Voldermās Johanson's Thirst, recorded on my phone.
The Peace of Wild Thingspoem
~ Wendell Berry
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.