Monday, July 29, 2019

Miniature Memories.

I’m back to building smaller moongates now. This one is to be a kind of moonglow replica, harking back to last weekend’s extravaganza , Moonstock . 
The scale of the two moongates differ but the spirit is the same.
If I had to put it into words ( and pause for a moment from making things with stone) , I’d say ...Creativity is a gift - Working with your hands, a treat - Remembering to have fun, a nice surprise - and exploring relationships, especially ours to stone, is a must.

Tuesday, July 23, 2019

Woodstock Moonstack

Radiating arrays of inertgalactic glacial granite stacked around the arc of campfire wood, intelligently stockpiled inside the moonscape circumference.

The stocks of wood create a temporary support of bio mass that, when taken away, allows the stones to appear to float in space, forming the full moon’s shape and a portal into the next 50 years.

PhaseGazers,hoping to see an opening in time thru which to keep up with  the moon'space.
GateKeepers, not losing the keys to the moon's circle of fifths that our hands are circumscribing. 

Sunday, July 21, 2019

Moongate Mission Accomplished

What a cool time we all had in the hot sun.  Thank you everyone . We couldn't have done it without without each and every one of you moon rockers.

Saturday, July 20, 2019

Angle of reflection

We all were thinking with our hands yesterday, on the eve of the 50th year anniversary of the manned moon landing. It was very hot work. (More like working on a sungate)
Anyway,I think our stonework is beginning to reflect some of the momentousness of that historic occasion. 

It seems however, in the pic (sent back from space) that everyone has their own idea of what the final upper trajectory of the curve of the moongate should be.

Friday, July 19, 2019

Opening Act

It’s a marvellous site for a moongate 
I can’t wait for the moonburst surprise.

Thursday, July 18, 2019



StoneWalkers, stalking and stacking the moons'cape shape in radiating arrays of small earth’steps 

MoonWallers, stacking fingers of stones around the contour of the moon'surface. 

PhaseGazers,hoping to see an opening in time to keep up with the moon'space.

GateKeepers, not losing the keys to the moon's circle of fifths that our hands are circumscribing. 

Tuesday, July 16, 2019

Planting stones and harvesting a wall.

Richard prepares the soil so we can plant our stones all in a row, and then watch how our wall grows.

The wall is completely grown up in two days and the Sweet Life Farm Workshop is a complete success. 
The stones were all waiting there to be picked.

Our happy group of walling participants proudly stand by their manually grown wall

Thursday, July 11, 2019

Rollin Rollin

Once our dry stone installation at Zimart Gallery was completed and the ‘Johnny on the spot’ was rolled in behind the L shaped partition, people could no longer see where the ugly plastic portapotty was. 

Later, if someone standing near the wall needed to use the facility and didn’t know where it was , we were tempted to sing  ( like in the CCR tune ) - There's a bathroom on the right!

Monday, July 8, 2019

Moongate musings

Moonstock July 1969-2019
Q. How will we create the irregular circle-contour shape (above) without having to construct a unique odd shaped plywood form? 
A. By stacking the hole of the moongate with lengths of firewood, as we build up the sides.


Saturday, July 6, 2019

Voluntary and Involuntary Inspiration

In Yoga we try to concentrate on our breathing. We try to relax, but before long we realize we've kind of taken over that job that the body normally does without thinking. That which usually does the breathing involuntarily now notices the attention we are giving to our breath and stands back and merely cooperates for a while.. The involuntary allows itself to be subject to the voluntary. 

And now we hold our breath. Our lungs like two planetary bodies hang in space. In the stillness the conscious mind contemplates the incongruity of thinking about not thinking. Who do we think we are now? Neither the conscious mind nor the non-conscious is breathing. The planets have stopped rotating. The rocks have become motionless. Yet time ticks on.

Finally, gasping, we exhale, and take a big breath, and consciously let go of the job of doing the breathing anymore . Whatever inspired us to start breathing again remains something of a mystery .  We eventually just go back to thinking we're in charge again. 

Friday, July 5, 2019

Pieces of the puzzle

Below is what a student of mine sent me a photo of a lovely wall he started building , after taking my workshop up in Haliburton 

Below is the post he wrote for his blog about his ongoing walling experience.

Pieces of the puzzle

With a sturdy foundation in place, it was onwards and upwards for the stone garden terrace.
Inside our cottage, Nadine, her mom and a friend were grouping like-minded pieces for a jig-saw puzzle depicting a classic canoe. Outside, I was using the same approach for the stones that would form the second and third courses of the terrace. With like-minded stone close at hand, I could move faster once I started building each course.
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Smelling the roses
My dry-stone mentor John Shaw-Rimmington had advised our class at Haliburton School for the Arts to step back now and again — to see from a distance how the stones fit together.
This was the stone-walling equivalent of smelling the roses. Sometimes a stone that looked good up close was clearly out of order when seen from afar, and could be adjusted or replaced before it became embedded in the structure.
So I did a lot of stepping back and peering at the little stone terrace as it rose next to the cabin. In fact, whenever Nadine caught a glance at me stone-walling, she said I usually had my hands on my hips, arms akimbo, peering at the stones. For inspiration, I nestled a pot of pink and white impatiens next to the terrace.
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A student of mine wrote me a nice letter with a photo of a lovely garden wall he recently completed.

Rocking and rolling
By nudging up the string next to the straight section of terrace, and checking its level, I could chase it upwards in slow motion with the stone-building. Stones that rocked and rolled a bit too much were wedged with thin stone shims to get them to settle down. Each course was carefully packed with hearting to get it tight and ready for the next course.
Next door, the farmer was raking his hay.  I could hear the drone of the machine as he swept by. The next day, he came back with the baler and wound the dried hay into huge bundles.  They would be wrapped in white plastic, resembling massive puffy marshmallows, and stored outside to give his cows feed through the long winter.
On a misty summer morning, the hay bales loomed large outside our cottage front door.
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A special blend
As the terrace wall came up with each course, I began to backfill it with some better soil. I trundled with the wheelbarrow over to our nearby veggie garden. There a special blend of quadruple mix was concocted, using equal parts of garden soil, compost, peat moss and some worm castings.
This new soil mix was a step up from the sandy clay next to the cabin, and would provide a nutrient-rich bed for the terrace garden, once complete.
To get the terrace as level as possible for the final layer of heavy capstones, I used slimmer stones in the fourth, and penultimate, course. For the freelance curve at the south end, I had cheated, using just three layers of larger stone. The curve dipped slightly off level, but I made a mental note to try to fix that with the capstones.
Piece by piece
The pieces of the puzzle were falling into place. Inside our cottage, the wilderness image of a cedar canvas canoe slowly emerged on our card table as Nadine, Ann and Mary Jo worked on the 1,000-piece jigsaw, after some swimming and kayaking in Minden Lake. Outside, the stone wall was rising.
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Wednesday, July 3, 2019

The beginnings of a Hobbit Hole

We have started a hobbit hole entrance this week to what will eventually become a domed dry stone grass covered room for having underground chamber meetings. Stay tuned for more enchanting developments later this month.

Monday, July 1, 2019

One giant sleep for mankind.

Fifty years have nearly passed since the landing of a man on the moon. In many way the hopefulness of that era somehow got lost . Many of us now realize we need to wake up and renew our vision. We need to shoot for the moon in our heart and take stock of all the things we’ve forgotten. Let’s celebrate in the hope that mankind can still get back down to earth and start caring for this planet again, and together, enter into a new space of global harmony and consciousness.