Mineral School Artist Residency

Mineral School Artist Residency
Daydreamer's Journal – installation at Bainbridge Island Museum of Art

Sunday, August 29, 2010

Poetry Poll for Pollen Poem Dilemma

Ok, here's the deal: I have written all the verses for Erotica Botanica, but I have to make a decision - which version of one particular poem to use. So I thought it would be fun to ask you all your opinion.

This particular verse is referencing "buzz pollination" or "sonification." A year and a half ago I didn't even know what this was, had never heard of it.

Certain flowers, like the shooting star and
the tomato, potato, eggplant and other flowers with cone like centers are buzz pollinated.

This is done by a bee at close proximity moving its flight muscles rapidly, causing the anthers and flower to vibrate and the pollen to be released. I assume the bee then gathers the sticky pollen from the air as it is released, but I don't know. About 5% of flowers are thought to be buzz pollinated!

So I have two verse versions. I like them each for different reasons. You can respond with just saying you prefer #1 or #2, but I would appreciate hearing your reason if you can take the time. Printing happens at the end of the week, so please respond!


your dashing beat of wings
ruffles my flashing colors
sticky from what floats between
both you and I


your dashing beat of wings
ruffles my flashing colors
tipsy with what floats between
both you and I

you can click on the word "comments" below this picture to reply, or reply to my email, whichever your preference!

Thursday, August 26, 2010

"Is That A Pistil In Your Pocket

or are you just happy to see me?"

I was dying to use this variation on the famous Mae West quote in my book, Erotica Botanica, back when I had other ideas of what my book was to be.

These are some of the flower prints for the pop-up version of Erotica Botanica.

I am working pretty hard, and can't really focus on blog posting these days. But I thought it would be nice to at least post a proof of some flowers and some real flowers that are thick into their "reproductive behavior." I love euphemisms.

This orchid cactus is not native to here and lives indoors. I don't think it has a friend to help it out.

Bill is at the kitchen table trying to rescue me from my latest registration "challenge." I think I should go help him now.

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Chasing Spring

Elephant's Head growing in a swamp on the hike up.

Bill and I took a 3 day hiking trip up in the Goat Rocks Wilderness this last weekend. One of the great thing about summer hiking in the mountains is that you can chase spring up the mountain, seeing flowers as they emerge from winter hibernation.

I was still bruised, scraped, and muscle sore from the weekend before, but somehow I forgot till we got miles into the hike. On the 4.27 mile hike to camp, every stop to rest was also an opportunity to lighten our load by drinking water, eating trail mix and peeing. Even the mosquitos tried to help us out by relieving us of our blood! Bill lightened his load by losing his water bottle in a stream 1/2 way to camp.

Bear Grass was blooming everywhere, from near the bottom to the very top, but around camp it opened in full over the 3 days we were there.

We camped off the Bypass Trail, near the waterfall. This is Bill's favorite spot. He says this is his 8th or 9th trip up here!

Valerian was blooming everywhere, different stages at differing elevations.

We set up camp then headed up to Goat Lake. That bowl shape up on the right holds Goat Lake. Base camp to Goat Lake was a climb from 4,200 to 5,800 ft. It took us nearly 3 hours to hike these 2.5 miles.

We were a bit early for the spring flush of flowers that carpet the meadows. So instead we got a lot of snow melting run off that created beautiful falls, and many springs. We had to cross this one, but it was easy peasy.

And though the big blooming fields weren't painted red and purple, there were a lot of anemones blooming everywhere. Bill said he has never been here early enough to see the anemones in bloom, so this was one of his special treats.

We had to cross many snow fields on steep slopes. It was all very dismaying to me, liking neither heights or fast slippery experiences (including ice-skating, roller-skating and skiing). You can see the trail at the left side of the picture. The path is really only one foot width wide. I am looking southeast towards the Goat Rocks Ridge, the lake is behind me. Most of these snowfields were fairly short crossings, but one in particular was too long and too steep. I almost couldn't do it, but I had come so far, I wanted to see the lake!

The lake was still frozen and mostly snow covered.

We probably took fifty pictures just of Mt. Adams, this one is from the lake.

The way back to camp was slow. We took so many pictures of flowers. Every squat down to take a picture required Bill to pull me back up to sitting, my muscles were still so sore from the previous weekend's hike. Bill was pretty sore, too.

That first night was strange. In the tent Bill had just closed his eyes. It takes him about 60 seconds to fall asleep, so I woke him when a few minutes later there was a bright flash, like a headlamp being turned on to, and then away from, our tent. Soon it became apparent there was a thunder and lightning storm. The echoing of thunder off the ridges was like nothing I had ever heard before; never to be forgotten. The strange part was the non-lightning light which seemed to glow for a long time now and then. Bill suggested it was others campers setting up nearby, and I accepted that.

The next day we headed up to the Pacific Crest Trail toward Packwood Glacier. We saw more wildflowers and great rocks.

The paintbrush were just starting. In the background on the right you can see the mountains that hold Goat Lake. I think that snowy top might be Mt. Rainier, but we didn't know that when we took the picture. We are now on the trail below Goat Rock Ridge, as seen from Goat Lake the previous day.

Again, Goat Rock Ridge. Where does this color sky come from?

Somewhere up here we talked to some hikers who asked how the storm was for us. They said they could see three fires the lightning started, one quite near where they thought we were camping. Oh my! The mystery light was solved. This information was a little eerie.

And of course, there were more snow fields to cross, but not so steep as yesterday.

We were quite committed to get all the way to the glacier at 7,100 ft and only 2.5 miles from camp. It was a bit disappointing when we got there, as the glacier was covered by snow and looked like any other snowfield. Here was our view of Goat Lake, however, from our destination point.

The icing on the hike was this surprise view of Mt. Rainier from the glacier. Right away I started talking about when we could come back and get a longer, better viewing. The fog was lifting, but it also appeared a storm might be coming in. Time to eat chocolate and turn around.

The next day we hiked down to the car. So many flowers had opened down below while we were up there. I won't post all the pictures, we took hundreds!

Thimbleberry flower.