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eohippus all contents copyright 2007 max carmichael | why eohippus? bio contact | |
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the latest: max | back | |
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Sea Change From the Mojave Desert, to the Pacific Ocean; from the middle of a stony wilderness to the shore of a wet one, a symbol of the Great Mystery. Blue sky, green hills, changing sea. Whales, sea lions, cormorants, and pelicans. Epic winter storms! Around the rocks of Mori Point one clear afternoon, the whipped surf, brilliant white, boils and crawls over itself incessantly like cream in a hot pan. In the shadow of the cliff, the same foam takes on the pure blue color of the sky directly overhead. And just to the north of the point, long rollers break over deep water far from shore, trailing great manes of spray, each one crowned with a rainbow! Here we have an active community of artists, musicians, writers, environmentalists, surfers...no tourism and no pandering to tourists...perennially failing businesses and underfunded government and infrastructure. Outrageous property values. Aside from the air we breathe, none of our basic resources is produced locally: no commercial fishing, no farms, no ranches, no mines. We're a bedroom community of working-class and middle-class families; most of those with a livelihood work "over the hill". On the weekend, families volunteer to keep the beaches and streams clean. I came here to work on an internet project, which requires me to be close to the team in San Francisco. But I'm still working on the project I went to the desert to pursue: making pictures of belief systems. To my surprise, I've found that the time in the desert has made me even more effective in my profession of information architect: helping people find their vision by drawing pictures and telling stories together. |
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Archives Fall 2002: Artist in Residence |
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