fluidity in motion

...the darkness perforated by the light...

....the unwinding of the foam....

...invisible salt in the waves...

...water churning with melodies...

'crystalline: ice, snow, frost'

'...salt water freezes, encapsulating, suspending each stone in a transparent pool of ice...'

'...a disc of ice precariously balanced becomes a distorted lens ...'

'...needles, leaves & pods encapsulated within multiple layers of ice...'

'...crystalline water ice, captured within natures delicate framework; branches, needles, the lacey remnants of garlic & fennel…’

‘...water vapor from saturated air, forming velvet crystals, delicately coating each subtle plant fiber and exposed edge…’

'sprout plastica' - CoCA Seattle

'sprout plastica'      Barbara De Pirro

(plastic fiber, petals, twigs & steel)

‘sprout’

Unassumingly,

from beneath the rubble,

what appears to be….a barren landscape,

a seed trembles on the wind,

landing lightly on the moist surface.

Encouraged and nourished by rain,

its hard shell releases, attaching roots,

tenderly a shoot forms,

slowly reaching upwards

towards the radiant sky.

At first a single sprout

standing alone

and then another,

multiplying into a series of spires,

new life begins again.

'sprout plastica'       Barbara De Pirro

(plastic fiber, petals, twigs & steel)

'sprout' details      Barbara De Pirro

(plastic fiber, petals, twigs & steel)

'Overgrowth & Understory'

Sculpture Exhibit

Cougar Mountain Wilderness Park

Issaquah, WA

July 10 - October 2

Curated by David Frances, CoCA Seattle

For more information & images:

http://www.depirro.com/

http://depirro.blogspot.com/2010/07/overgrowth-and-understory.html

Funding for this project was made possible in part by Artist Trust Grants for Artist Projects (GAP).

Special thanks to Antonia Xavie De Pirro for her assistance!

'roots & vines: plastica' - CoCA Seattle

.....taking inspiration from natures invasive ivy vines strangling and rooting into this grand old tree, I've recreated this in my recent sculpture 'roots & vines: plastica'.

'roots & vines: plastica'     Barbara De Pirro

(plastic fiber, cable & steel)

A mysterious unexpected form,

distant imagery,

familiar in an intimate way.

A web of fiber,

a tangle of forest vine,

exposed and twisted roots,

fibrous tendrils clinging to the surface,

enveloping the decaying wood,

humbly feeding off the unforgotten.

Natures cycle of decay and rebirth,

regeneration, renewal….life.

'roots & vines: plastica'       Barbara De Pirro
(plastic fiber, cable & steel)

'heaven and earth II'
Carkeek Park
Seattle, WA

June-September 2010

Curated by David Frances, CoCA Seattle


For more information & images:

http://www.depirro.com/installation.html
http://www.depirro.com/press.html

Funding for this project was made possible in part by CoCA Seattle and Artist Trust Grants for Artist Projects (GAP).

'the ocean'

‘It’s not the wave with its salty weight

that grinds against the coasts and manufactures

the peaceful bands of sand that ring the world:

it is the central volume of your strength,

the ever-extending power of your waters,

the still solitude brimming with lives.

Time, perhaps, or overflowing cup

of all known motion, a pure oneness

that death has never sealed, green viscera

of blazing absolute totality.

Of the sunken arm that throws up a drop of water

nothing remains but a kiss of salt. Of the bodies

of mankind along your shores a misty scent

of wet flowers is all that lasts. Your energy

seems to slip away without ever being exhausted,

it seems to circle back into the calm.’

by Pablo Neruda (passage from The Ocean)

ode to hope

'cloudscape'   Barbara De Pirro

Oceanic dawn

at the center

of my life,

waves like grapes,

the skies solitude,

you fill me

and flood

the complete sea,

the undiminished sky,

tempo

and space,

seafoam’s white

battalions,

the orange earth,

the sun’s

fiery waist

in agony,

so many

gifts and talents,

birds soaring into their dreams,

and the sea, the sea

suspended

aroma,

chorus of rich, resonant salt,

and meanwhile,

we ‘humans’,

touch the water,

struggling,

and hoping,

we touch the sea,

hoping.

and the waves tell the firm coast:

‘everything will be fulfilled.’

Pablo Neruda

my winter garden

Barbara De Pirro

I sat in the garden, spattered

by the great drops of winter,

and it seemed to me impossible

that beneath all that sadness,

that crumbled solitude,
the roots were still at work

with no one to encourage them.

Pablo Neruda (absence and presence)