Day 2 of construction on my second structure:
The act of building has become more important than the outcome of building. I’ve been using sticks and rocks as primitive tools to dig for clay along the river bank. Sitting alone in this remote setting, performing the repetitive act of soaking and kneading sun dried earth to return it to it’s clay form, has been a visceral and meditative experience.
I’ve been countering that peacefulness with the physical labor of hurling rocks and cement blocks down the riverbank. With the sun beating against my back I piece them together like a puzzle, using the clay as a glue to hold them in place. When it dries it cracks and mimics the desert landscape.
PS. Like a painter, what i’ve built is a large window to frame the landscape.