This day was full of humor from the gods. Odin, Freyia, Thor? It was a day of opposites or splits. Started out with sun and ended with hail. One hour of mapping tells it all.
Day 2
#1 3:21pm
I remember sitting here my first day, then, wondering how would I or could I paint this? I remember falling in love with the sparkles towards the end of the trip and promising to return. Today the sun is shining and casting starlight on the water. I feel safe. I enjoy the screaming birds.
#2 3:42pm
Sat listening. Feeling the wind and sun on my face. Looking at the stripes of blues and beige. Thinking how to slow down, to stay here.
***At this point my measuring yarn broke
#3 3:54
My swan clock. The daily crossing ritual. Today a different birds wing marks my path.
4# 4:02
Discovered this little soft spot. Protected by the small hill. Peaceful sounds. HARK! BATTLE CRY!
5# 4:14
Noticing the perfect mosaic of stone in the black sand.
6# 4:18
These beautiful orange rocks, lapping water.
7# 4:21
When deciding which rock to bring back, I look down and see this heart rock.
8# 4:42
The cracking earth. It's begun to rain.
***Field Notes
It started out sunny with beautiful bird song. The bird song became battle cries and I had to be vigilant against attack. I found two pieces of drift wood that acted as both clubs, and musical instruments. I found a wing of this type of angry bird, known as Kria, (or arctic tern), at the same point that my swans used to cross. I collected two heart shaped rocks. My string broke, leaving only time to measure distance. Returning back it began to hail. I wondered, "Am I boring?" I wonder now, "Who invented mapping? What did early maps look like? What did they map? Do we follow a predestined trail? Do we map to find our way backwards? Is every piece of advice and every biography a map?
I think the only map to follow is one unseen but known by heart.
This map is in the form of the Kria Instruments.
