The Artist in Place is a year-long exploration of place and its relationship to the work of the artist. Through field study of evocative locales, observation, reading, writing, reflection, and thoughtful discussion, we will build a direct understanding of the place where we live and examine its impact on the work we do. Please make use of this space to share thoughts, ask questions, exchange ideas, and post photos.
Monday, October 11, 2010
Cape Disappointment Lighthouse
Photo by Irene Watkins (Integrated Studies, Fall 2009)
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I was greeted by Pioner square first with my eyes, then with my feet. The artwork was not only on the walls but the ground as well. "Purple tiles?" I thought "What a clever idea". I look and I see a crowed of people. I switch off the tunes and I start to listen. The drizzle of rain around me. A women talks, I follow. First with curiosity and then intent. I swept myself along with the crowed. Then I was underground. I walked amongst the people who accepted me as their own. I was just a forgotten face in this sea of people. A stoaway non the less on the underground Seattle tour. The purple tiles gained new meaning. Skylights. Dyed purple not intentionally but through time. Time is all around this place. A ghost amongst the rubble. I stood and I laughed and I listened. I felt the energy of these people. Once the tour was done I broke from the group and headed outside. Still drizzling I sat within earshot of a tuned harmonica and wrote down my thoughts. Another member broke away from the group. Finding his way back he stumbled upon me and took interest in my writing. In the sea of people, This man was another Robert. Hundreds of Roberts have walked down these streets. Thousands of visitors. Millions of people. All coming to one place. Each leaving a mark, like a signature in the gift shop book.
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ReplyDeleteI was greeted by Pioner square first with my eyes, then with my feet. The artwork was not only on the walls but the ground as well. "Purple tiles?" I thought "What a clever idea". I look and I see a crowed of people. I switch off the tunes and I start to listen. The drizzle of rain around me. A women talks, I follow. First with curiosity and then intent. I swept myself along with the crowed. Then I was underground. I walked amongst the people who accepted me as their own. I was just a forgotten face in this sea of people. A stoaway non the less on the underground Seattle tour. The purple tiles gained new meaning. Skylights. Dyed purple not intentionally but through time. Time is all around this place. A ghost amongst the rubble. I stood and I laughed and I listened. I felt the energy of these people. Once the tour was done I broke from the group and headed outside. Still drizzling I sat within earshot of a tuned harmonica and wrote down my thoughts. Another member broke away from the group. Finding his way back he stumbled upon me and took interest in my writing. In the sea of people, This man was another Robert.
Hundreds of Roberts have walked down these streets. Thousands of visitors. Millions of people. All coming to one place. Each leaving a mark, like a signature in the gift shop book.