Please now pretend you are a butterfly. I will guide you through how to do so, as I am well practiced, for I pretend to be a butterfly several times every day. Here’s how you do it: close your eyes and invent antennae on your head. Feel them sprouting long and complex from your scalp, weighing your head and neck until your chin is drawn toward your chest. But now your chest is thorax, so get used to it, and the calcium of your bones has dissipated into pretty wings that now span the length of the room. You feel powerful, strange and timid.
Nick Kleese
Nick Kleese is an artist in residence at Public Space One.
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Sandbox: Spring song
Sandbox is a corner of the web dedicated to Iowa City writers and artists working to engage the public in an interactive environment. Find out more here. I’ve been having a hard time maintaining a regular writing practice. While I do my best to write a bit every day, I find myself skipping from prose […]
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Sandbox: How to plant a seed
The further away folks get from the soil, the thicker grows the shroud of mythology that surrounds it, and stronger grows the urge to peel back the shroud. There rises a suspicion that to become wise in the ways of the earth, one must undergo a journey, but a journey in which every successive discovery is followed by a new tangle of mystery and more difficult adventure.
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Sandbox: The importance of keeping good records
Sandbox is a corner of the web dedicated to Iowa City writers and artists working to engage the public in an interactive environment. Find out more here. Farm records allow you to measure how efficiently you are using resources and to determine whether or not you are making any money. They help you define and […]
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Sandbox: Good farm records
If you drive down (or up) Interstate 218 and look to the west during the long hours of the afternoon, consider the action of your eyes. They will first try to take in color. Depending on the day and time of year, the difference between the sprawling green ground and the soft breath of blue above will be so stark you’ll have to squint to see. Or, if fall, the soft grays and browns will lull your lids to sleep. DON’T SLEEP…
