Wings fell from the sky

This is soooooooo unbelievable!

I just was driving to pick Sunny up, and drove past the field where my sculpture, Free Now was. There were police cars by the road and I was wondering what happened...I looked up to the hill, and there lying upside down was this plane!!!!

I rushed home to get my camera, freaking out!!!! When I returned ( like 10 minutes ago) the farmer was there, and he told me the story.

The pilot bought this plane yesterday, today was his first flight in it from Vermont. It started to stop reading the fuel and the plane wasn't getting any fuel...it almost crashed in to the road, but then picked up the fuel again to go up a bit, but then the fuel broke again, and he crashed in to the field!!!! BUT HE ONLY CUT HIS FINGER!!!!!!!

I just can't believe another pair of wings fell from the sky at this location!

(By the way I am first to publish these photo's...the press were just getting there when I took these, so you will see it again tomorrow in the newspaper, this really did just happen!)

Sharing

Free Now (at night) by Jess Puglisi

Thank you friends who have shared your beautiful words and images with me this week...its amazing to be adorned with your gifts. I am honored and encouraged by your interest and enthusiasm in my art.

I often look skyward too.

To the clouds when they are there.

To the pure colors of the air when they are not.

To experience the ever-changing nature heavenward.

The sky does not remain still.

Not even one fragment of a second.

Even in its quieter moments, turmoil.

It is always on the move.

And to the river.

There is never the same river.

Moment to moment it renews.

Every particle, branch, wave, current.

Sometimes flowing up.

Sometimes down.

Sometimes stalled.

Choked with ice chunks.

Often serene, so still, glass-like.

Reflective of the sky especially at sunset.

It catches fire around twilight even in winter.

Earth, river and sky too all ember-lit.

Like hearts.

Yours, mine, all of ours.

Churning, burning, icy, reflective.

Always on the move.

And its ships.

Silly, colorful, laden, determined.

Gliding up, sliding back down.

Heading to all kinds of places in the world.

Like my dreams.

Effortlessly hard at work.

Chugging along.

Horizon-bound.

I enjoy my daily doses of you.

Thank You For The Sky-Peter Barton 11/3/09

Fate

Mongolian Shaman Tent

Free Now

"...no experience has been too unimportant, and the smallest event unfolds like a fate, and fate itself is like a wonderful, wide fabric in which every thread is guided by an infinitely tender hand and supported by a hundred others."-Rilke

I tend to think of life as both a scavenger/treasure hunt...where you run and find a clue then run to the next, I also imagine that we are a giant puzzle, and we don't know what our picture is. We go about trying out pieces, and slowly putting our lives together. As we go along we realize that something from the past now fits, and we make progress and put that piece in its place, we also realize that our puzzle is only part of the larger puzzle, of life, and that we are all connected to the same game. Our ancestors contributed their pieces that lay the ground for ours....so, I guess "knowing" what we are going to be forever is the same as being stuck, completely faithless....because every day presents another piece or clue to our game. The "Unknowing" is our challenge, but it is also the fun and the space to find the next clue and adventure. Personal fate that I am tremendously excited about is a similarity between my most recent works, ( Free Now and Shrine of Summers Shells) and their connection to Mongolian Shamanic Shrines (ovoo's). A good friend recently suggested I see the movie, "The Horse Boy" because she felt their was a similarity between my sculpture and the shamans in the movie. I am so grateful to her, for being so attentive to my sculpture and so considerate to pass this recommendation on to me. The movie was incredibly moving and inspiring, for many reasons and I highly recommend it!

I am soooo excited about this connection.....where am I going next?

Mongolian Ovoo

Free Now

F r e e N o w
Please Visit in Person at 1300 rt. 8 Germantown, NY 12526 (Between rt9 & 9G)
(It will only be at this location until this Thursday!)

“Free Now” a sculpture/movable environmental installation. Free Now is created using discarded clothing, step ladders and feather wings. The sculpture stands about 20ft high and is approximately 30ft in diameter. Free Now is inspired by my sister Summer's courage to live here on earth, as well as her courage to leave this earth. The sculpture is also inspired by the Greek myth of Icarus, and all the many bird girls who painfully struggle to walk this earth out of love, but eventually return to the sky and sun where their spirits can freely fly. The piece is made so it can be easily dismantled and re-mantled allowing me to put it in different environments and public spaces both indoors and out ( the beach, a field, an empty building as well as a traditional gallery). Thus sharing the piece freely with the public.
This is the first public viewing!


Free at last
by Antony and the Johnson

Way down yonder in the graveyard walk
I thank God I'm free at last
Me and my Jesus going to meet and talk
I thank God I'm free at last

On my knees when the light pass'd by
I thank God I'm free at last
Tho't my soul would rise and fly
I thank God I'm free at last

Some of these mornings, bright and fair
I thank God I'm free at last
Goin' meet my Jesus
In the middle of the air
I thank God I'm free at last



In addition to my work, I encourage you to visit the Icarus Project online.

" The Icarus Project envisions a new culture and language that resonates with our actual experiences of 'mental illness' rather than trying to fit our lives into a conventional framework."-Icarus Project

"He cares no more for warnings, he rushes through the sky,
Braving the crags of ether, daring the gods on high,

Black 'gainst the crimson sunset, golden o'er cloudy snows,
With all Adventure in his heart the first winged man arose.

Dropping gold, dropping gold, where the mists of morning rolled,

On he kept his way undaunted, though his breaths were stabs of cold,
Through the mystery of dawning that no mortal may behold.

Now he shouts, now he sings in the rapture of his wings,
And his great heart burns intenser with the strength of his desire,

As he circles like a swallow, wheeling, flaming, gyre on gyre.

Gazing straight at the sun, half his pilgrimage is done,

And he staggers for a moment, hurries on, reels backward, swerves
In a rain of scattered feathers as he falls in broken curves.

Icarus, Icarus, though the end is piteous,
Yet forever, yea, forever we shall see thee rising thus,

See the first supernal glory, not the ruin hideous.

You were Man, you who ran farther than our eyes can scan,
Man absurd, gigantic, eager for impossible Romance,
Overthrowing all Hell's legions with one warped and broken lance."


A passage from the poem-"Winged Man" by Stephen Vincent Benet 1907






Swim with me my mama when I dive in the ocean of death

I will cry if I am not with my family

You could be my friend eternally




Swim with me my sister when I dive in the great white ocean

We must try, try to find a way that we can see

See each others faces in the sea



Swim with me my sister when I dive in the great white ocean


We must try, try to find a way that we can see

See each others faces in the sea

The Great Ocean of Time-Antony and the Johnsons