On the Vineyard, the pieces had a deepened meaning for me, an additional context, due to my personal connection and admiration for some of the island's unique history. You can read about it here, if you like.
We kept the colors simple, an homage to local LBMs (little brown mushrooms). I installed one piece quietly off to the side of the formal sculpture park at Featherstone Arts Center, overlooking and listening to an area used for outdoor festivals (one was being set up as we worked).
I had a limited amount of time on the Vineyard. The day we had slated for installation was very damp with intermittent drizzling and light rains, but there was no choice: we installed anyways. Sandy Bernat, my lovely, wonderful hostess (and the proprietor of Seastone Papers) accompanied me, helping, watching, laughing, documenting. We installed three more pieces on her lovely wooded, peaceful property. Since it is a privately-owned place, with many visitors but not usually open to the public, we installed mostly at eye level, on pathways leading to the studio.
That evening and through the night, there were thunderstorms and heavy drenching downpours. Sandy woke before me the next morning and found one casualty (or, as she put it, "an ear to the ground”). She brought it indoors. It was quite heavy, like a soaked sponge, but it had retained its shape perfectly.
I was sure that the Featherstone piece had also come down, but I had to catch the ferry back to the mainland. Sandy texted me while I was on the boat; yes, that one was down as well. She kindly, patiently dried both pieces out and reinstalled them on a dry day.
