Altocumulus clouds. About the weather. c. 1899.
Tag: weather
francis alÿs
tornado . 2000-2010
Roni Horn, Untitled (Weather), 2011, 5 photographs, 31.1 x 26 cm / 12 ¼ x 10 ¼ in ea
“The Lightning Field (1977), by the American sculptor Walter De Maria, is a work of Land Art situated in a remote area of the high desert of western New Mexico. It is comprised of 400 polished stainless steel poles installed in a grid array measuring one mile by one kilometer. The poles – two inches in diameter and averaging 20 feet and 7½ inches in height – are spaced 220 feet apart and have solid pointed tips that define a horizontal plane. A sculpture to be walked in as well as viewed, The Lightning Field is intended to be experienced over an extended period of time. A full experience of The Lightning Field does not depend upon the occurrence of lightning, and visitors are encouraged to spend as much time as possible in the field, especially during sunset and sunrise. In order to provide this opportunity, Dia offers overnight visits during the months of May through October.
Commissioned and maintained by Dia Art Foundation, The Lightning Field is recognized internationally as one of the late-twentieth century’s most significant works of art and exemplifies Dia’s commitment to the support of art projects whose nature and scale exceed the limits normally available within the traditional museum or gallery.
Dia Art Foundation also maintains three other Walter De Maria projects: The Broken Kilometer (1979) and The New York Earth Room (1977), both in New York City, as well as The Vertical Earth Kilometer (1977) in Kassel, Germany.”
Roni Horn
Untitled (Weather), 2011
Photographs
31.1 x 26 cm / 12 ¼ x 10 ¼ in each
Bas Jan Ader, Untitled (The Elements), 1971/2003. C-type print, 11 x 14 inches. Copyright The Estate of Bas Jan Ader / Mary Sue Ader Andersen, 2016 / The Artist Rights Society (ARS), New York. Courtesy Metro Pictures, New York and Meliksetian | Briggs, Los Angeles.
Thunderstorm Stack
By Anne Carson
A bird flashed by as if mistaken then it
starts. We do not think speed of life.
We do not think why hate Jezebel? We
think who’s that throwing trees against
the house? Jezebel was a Phoenician.
Phoenician thunderstorms are dry and
frightening, they arrive one inside the
other as torqued ellipses.
“Vignette Study of a Ship in a Storm”, c. 1826-36, Joseph Mallord William Turner.
anne carson
5 I walked towards the sound of something roaring in a day, the kind of day that is like darkness but lit up, on its forested, proximal verge by gorse, which is a bright yellow flower. Citron-yellow and a kind of tin or silver roofing with holes in it. The day. Like walking in a dreamed landscape drenched with the wrong rain. Monsoon. What kind of rain is this? I recognized the immensity but not the temperature. This was monstrous: the inability to assimilate, on the level of the senses, an ordinary experience of weather. Here is the tongue, for example, constantly darting out to feel the air: what is it? Is it summer? Is it a different season? It’s a different day. That’s okay. Damaged from her travels, in some sense unsettled, enormously anxious, a girl does it anway: gets up and goes. It’s as if the day has a memory of her and not the other way around.
—from Wish (2) by BHANU KAPIL
Little Bristling Soul 