I lived for 7 years in the Ozark wilderness on the border of the Buffalo River National Park. I had/have a woodshop. The "outside" works were made on the spot with found mechanical and natural junk, or just "found," no addition necessary here. The "inside" works were made in the shop when it rained or too cold to be out. I collected typewriters, old clocks, and  small machines with dials that measured things I didn't understand. Some of the "outside" works were large and intended to remain outside to see what the seasons, the bugs, the birds, rain, snow and moss, would do to/with them. A tree fell across a path in a storm, and I stuck two old fashioned telephones in the root, with the receptors hanging off. I sprayed one silver, the other one gold. I called the construct to myself "off the hook," because the tree had fallen at the exact point where cell phone and wi-fi signal stopped. Past this "off the hook" root, the big buzz of the world ceased. The path led from there to a cave with a fresh water spring where I liked to sit and enter hypnagogic somnolence. The "off the hook" piece shown here survived quite a few storms and is still marking the spot, but bugs, moss, caterpillars, and reptiles moved in. The tree trunk that ends in the root is now an apartment building for a variety of creatures. These collaboration-with-the-outdoors pieces change and are meant to stay there until the earth swallows them, but they all have stories. The "inside" pieces are relatively portable ("luggable" might be the word) but they have stories, too. I didn't title them, but they aren't hard to read.

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and a few more...from travel