MOMA: "One night I dreamed that I painted a large American flag,” Johns has said of
this work, “and the next morning I got up and I went out and bought the
materials to begin it.” Those materials included three canvases that he
mounted on plywood, strips of newspaper, and encaustic paint—a mixture
of pigment and molten wax that has formed a surface of lumps and smears.
The newspaper scraps visible beneath the stripes and forty-eight stars
lend this icon historical specificity."
A bank holiday Monday is a free pass for tresspass so it was back to site B this afternoon for the second successive day, and by the time I got there the light was better, too. I still felt edgey though and even noticed after an hour and a half that I sort of hold my breath all the time, sort of breathing in a shallow way. That's as well as constantly checking and adjusting the camera exposure, avoiding (more by luck) not stepping on anything pointy embedded in the ground that will go straight through the sole of my boot, not carelessly falling into a hole or when down in a hole not dislodging anything to cause it to collapse on to me, and, occasionally (probably not enough) keeping an eye out for someone turning uphaving been alerted to my presence - there's a lot of high-value plant around as well as much construction material as in a builder's merchants. The sounds of police sirens approaching (and then passing) and the occasional inexplicable thump or thud in the vic…
Not only was there unlikely to be anyone working at Site B today, making it less fraught to sneak in, but the significance of the day itself seemed timely for going and purposefully descending (into holes) as an alternative to ascending some where.
Lately the whole hole thing appeals very much, and the excavation works which had been extensive last time I went out there have become even more colossal. There's been thousands of tons of earth and remnants of underground concrete structures pulled out, in preparation for new housing.
The usual methane-y smell was different today, almost sweet, sort of nice. A white sky lingered for the first hour so everything was dull but the online forecast of some late afternoon sunshine was spot on and brought much needed contrast to a largely low contrast subject and also made it possible to insert a self-shadow. The little WX60 copes much better in-camera stitching 42 megapixel panormics when the light is good, too.