I see this work as being ‘walked,’ slowly, down barren streets; that said, I, myself have performed it on the... Read More
I see this work as being ‘walked,’ slowly, down barren streets; that
said, I, myself have performed it on the Salt Flats—a wide expanse of
whiteness and nothingness near the Great Salt Lake.
As the Cart makes its way through a landscape, everything it holds
jiggles and moves. There are bronze and brass bells; a bowl (limned with
a Hebrew blessing) filled with olive leaves; four dead birds cast in
bronze. As they make their jingling and gentle bumping sounds, I feel a
sense of a narrow liminality, that the division between Heaven and Earth
comes somehow aroused.
I modeled this piece after the handcarts that Mormon pioneers used
when they traveled across the country. For me, in our present day, it
opens up a new frontier, albeit a metaphysical one: an Other space.
Photo credit: Josh Blumental
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