10 Meetinghouse Road
I arrived yesterday with 4 cameras, ten lenses and a digital audio recorder for a 4 day visit as guest artist of the Truro Center for the Arts, Castle Hill. The work I do here this week will be the foundation for my newest exhibit, "Wind, Sand & Stars", at the Truro Center for the Arts Castle Hill Gallery July 1st to July 11th, with the premier on July 3rd. http://www.castlehill.org/gallery-shows.html
Wind, Sand & Stars: I gave it that title after one of my literary heroes,
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, known in this country as the author of "The Little Prince", but also renowned in France as a great literary writer and aviator in the period between WWI and WWII. My exhibit will be based on the unique geography, topography, celestial sights, peninsular location and trees of the Wellfleet/Truro/Provincetown area.
The process begins this week with fine art visual and aural imaging and continues in my Newton studio over the next two months with digital multimedia disruption, compositing, re-composition and re-imagining of that imagery to create the final artwork.
I've vacationed in Wellfleet and visited Provincetown, but never been to Truro. When I arrived yesterday the Castle Hill staff took the time to show me around the area and introduce me to some local people. I'd asked to meet folks who are knowledgeable about local birds, native plants, invasives, weather patterns and regional history. A bevy of names was profferred and I had the pleasure of shaking hands with a few.
Truro is a whole lot of quiet. No sidewalks, almost no stores, no people or bicyclists on the roads this time of year. The beaches don't require permits and yesterday I was the only person on one of them. Few houses in this neighborhood. Much water out here on the peninsula - ocean, bay, kettle ponds, the tiny little Pamet river winding through phantasmagoric tidal flats. Wide open skies above the flats. Wind in the trees, and sand everywhere. That means lots of birds - natives, visitors and transients. Excellent. As always, I look for signs of modern day Native Americans (countless places here are named after them) and people of color like myself. Nothing so far, but hope springs eternal....
I've come to Truro after filming on location for two days in the green mountains of Vermont. A few hundred miles in distance and two entirely different habitats.
It rained last night. At 4:30 this morning, when my alarm went off, it was still coming down. No delicate cameras and lenses outdoors until the rain stops. So I opened up a large sliding door in my apartment and recorded rain and bird sounds (check out the 45-second sample, attached. What birds, amphibians and insects do you hear?).
Then I got in my car and drove to Provincetown, pausing along the way to reconnoiter the places I hope to film this week: Tidal flats, marshes, native grasses along the dunes; freshwater ponds; the Pamet river, Cornhill Beach, Cape Cod Light (too easy?) the black forest around Pilgrim Heights, underwater everywhere, and a hilltop property roughly in the middle of the peninsula, remnants of a 19th century farm, dotted with regrowth Pitch Pines, American Elms (!), Walnut trees, Apple trees, and many other arboreal delights.
In Provincetown (approx 6am) there was no one on the street. Wow. A few delivery trucks were driving around. I stopped in at a convenience store to buy a newspaper. Drove back to Truro.
Yesterday I noticed a couple of old cemeteries in Truro - 1773 and 1826. Can't wait to explore them, as a follow-on to my current work as Artist-in-Residence at Mount Auburn Cemetery in Cambridge.
It's still raining. Suddenly, my 4-day visit feels impossibly brief.