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This year I created an installation art piece (last year was press photography). The installation was my biggest hole-stone tree yet! I found a perfect live oak with branches just the right height and secret hollows in the trunk. Three of the hole-stones had pockets big enough to fit LEDs, as did the trunk hollows. It turned out spectacular – mysterious, serene hanging stones and subtle fairy lights. Though it was too windy for me to get any good shots of the glowing stones at night.

And the rest of Art Outside was amazing as well. I must say my favorite bit was Maestro (Austin local!) and NicoLuminious on the open mic sometime around 3am Friday doing beatbox/live production acapella dubstep. I think they may have just created a genre.

And we finally got rain! After months and months of drought, the rain chose this one weekend. The sentiment was something along the lines of ‘we can’t really be pissed because rain is great, but why this weekend?’ My tent flooded.

Now I’m wondering what I’ll do next year? Perhaps impossible, but I can’t stop thinking about POV poi…

It’s that time of year again – moving time! One day we’ll find a place that works out for more than a year. But for now, I have to sift through clothes, books, domestic wares and all the etcetera associated with living to see what’s worth shlepping with me again.

This weekend I found myself in the rather ridiculous activity of sorting rocks. Not fancy rocks that might actually be considered valuable, no, but crap I picked up because it was ‘interesting’. (In my defense, they really are interesting – some of them even have fossils!) And this I find is a theme. It has come down to what, of the flotsam I have collected, will be useful to me; and moving time is usually a time of increased artistic output because hey, if I ain’t gonna use it, it’s getting tossed.

So it was with the assemblages above. What to do with mouldering dried things? Put them inside other things! I would like to add as an aside that the butterflies were humanely preserved – I picked them up in their final flutters, and waited until nature had taken it’s course to pin them.