I read this Haiku by Jim Norton:
You walking ahead
the grass springing back
erases your steps
and it got me thinking about the memory stored by a weighty imprint upon a soft surface. Yesterday I went for a walk in a blizzard on a mountain top; our footprints in the snow were gone very quickly and the memory of our presence lost. I wanted to store my partners presence when she went off on a trip to Iona.. and took her imprint on the turf and froze it with wet plaster. Bad news for the worms… also the grass went a bit brown and scummy .. so as a method of preservation of someone’s presence it needs refining.
Johns comments on this post have had me looking at Andy Goldsworthy.. similar thoughts about capturing a time and presence.. When Goldsworthy made the piece below I hope he was wearing a raincoat.. oh John says he wasn’t!