Posts tagged ‘Mystro’
Thanks to everyone who turned out for the ProvFlux event at Firehouse 13 yesterday. I presented Green Zone. Miche Marcellot of Seven Arrows Herb Farm displayed photos from Sacred Gardens–the book he and his wife Judy wrote on a collection of very personal gardens. And Morag Rose of the Loiterers’ Resistance Movement talked about her collaborative’s psychogeographic projects in Manchester, England and some of the revolting Big-Brother responses to their work from city officials and quasi-public downtown enterprises. For example: don’t lead walking tours where people are encouraged to look up at buildings, because they might injure themselves, and you will be liable.
Because Green Zone is located at the edge of a parking lot, I used Firehouse’s velvet ropes to mark off a space for people to gather and eat veg. I got a kick out of the absurd DON’T TOUCH spectacle that was momentarily created–kind of the opposite of a hands-on, mouth-on, nose-on garden. At one point when we were hanging outside, I realized that Mystro had introduced yet another iron butterfly to the garden!
It was great to organize my thoughts, to share GZ with friends and meet new people, and to pick up some new leads to check out. There will be more events connected with Green Zone. Stay tuned for more info on a Happy Hour later in September, and a garden forum next spring…
When I told one of the Firehouse 13 residents to look out for the morning glories, he said “Morning glories? I’m not awake in the morning.” The pink and purple morning glories and yellow gourd blossoms pop open for business in the early hours and then close up shop before some of us even get out of bed.
In addition to the early bloomers, I encountered another beauty this morning. Manny “Mystro” Barada installed a new butterfly sculpture that flutters between Green Zone and the handful of veg containers put out by Firehouse 13 residents. If the morning glory vines grow long enough to reach over, they will twist the night away around the new sculpture.
Through the din of today’s wild summer thunderstorms, I can hear the morning glories singing a little Cole Porter to the butterfly:
Like the drip drip drip of the raindrops
When the summer shower is through
So a voice within me keeps repeating
You, you, you
Night and day, you are the one
Only you beneath the moon or under the sun
Whether near to me, or far
It’s no matter darling where you are
I think of you
Day and night, night and day