performance with stone bowl, documented by photographs. 1995-1996.
Isolated, a vessel, accepting, a contact, accepted…
Under the skies
where I traveled to, I was a stranger. But for an instant I was at one with the
place and time. Rain is a fest, that connects the heaven and the earth,
takes items that have been fragmented and lost their association, and links them
I curved and grinded a black stone into a small bowl for each journey.
I put it in my pocket and forgot about it. When it rained I remembered
it in my pocket and put it on the ground, waited until the rain stopped
or the rain had filled up the bowl, then I drank it all up. Not expressing
something but accepting physically something given on an occasion. You
accept first then you will be accepted. Just like the dry ground absorbs
the rain at once, Rain Maker brought a welcome rain that quenched my thirst for initiation into the
cycle of bigger water.