Secret of the Quaking Aspen

The Movement/Art Video was shot entirely on my iphone 6+ and edited on the iphone as well. It was funny to be moving around with the phone in hand while I kept one eye on the screen and the other eye trying to look out for where I was walking. I also was videoing a structured improvisation that I created to give the movement artists a framework to move with and yet, being an improvisation I had to film while intuitively sensing what would happen next: all the while holding in mind the shadow I create and the angle of the sun. Being a clumsy dancer helped me because I would fall and catch myself gracefully and keep shooting the film. So it goes.

This video was created to be shown in an art gallery for the opening of Ruth Chase’s Belonging ( a community exhibition that Chase organized), and, this was hung in a gilded frame on a wall. To catch the viewer and have them experience this other world that I was creating in the video, I purposely allowed the beginning to be slow and drawn out. I wanted the viewer to connect with the Quaking Aspen tree who spirit is essential to the story line. The music score is original and that came about because copy write laws are confusing to me and I needed to go beyond that legality and feel free. So I asked two musicians I know to work with me and co-create to the edited version.

If you would like to know more about the conception of the piece- read on. The inspiration for this video comes from my daily walks in nature with my large hunting dog, Perry. We head out of our back gated yard into a cedar forest, and then down a trail to the old Idaho Maryland Mine. The mine area has lots of interesting junk left behind from the mining and logging companies, and, I invent stories as I pass these object by, re-purposing them. A deep but small ceramic bowl lodged well into the ground bearing a thin metal cover. What might come from that? Then there is the surrounding wilderness. I learn so much from observing nature along this trail and it resonates deep within me. Once the trail hits the old mind all the vegetation changes into new growth manzanitas, pines and scotch brooms. Somehow, surviving all the changes is an old Quaking Aspen standing tall and guarding the lower region that turns into a swamp with the heavy spring rains. I believe this tree taps into the soul of the world and holds its mysteries, and , I can only imagine what this Aspen has stood witness to among the madness of men. This is a judgement of mine and I question it. I know I am interconnected to this history like it or not. Contrast this with the calls from nature to be, sense, merge and inspire rituals together. With these parts of my psyche in dialog with each other I search for belonging.