I've been attracted to magpie nests since I moved to rural
Montana. I hadn't realized the massive clots of sticks stopping
up the middle of gnarly trees in deserted landscapes, or perched
in pretty trees in yards of town, belonged to magpies. I wanted
a nest; I even knew the one I wanted. Last October, I used a
magpie nest in an installation piece. I was able to cut down the
one I coveted in our neighbors pasture. Later, I entertained a
hazy idea about a lot of magpie nests in another installation.
So, the initial attraction wasn't the magpie herself, just to
the nest. All nests are fascinating to me--so beautiful, built
purely by instinct. But I did discover that the magpie's speech
is symbolic of communication and creative expression. She builds
her nest in the thickest V of trees, symbolizing paths into the
spirit realm. Specifically, she asks us to keep an open mind in
matters of the spirit. Her flamboyant plumage is her message not
to hide ourselves away, but to display our brilliance, beauty
and grace. These and other oddities in her behavior are
symbolic of illusion and perception. The magpie's message is
that not all things are what they appear to be, that we
shouldn't set our judgements in stone. Further, this aspect of
the magpie is a message that we do not have to be bound to
perceptions---we may want to consider departing from our
habitual behaviors.
Thickets, I have always loved. To this day I
like crawling into them just to see what's there, or to sit and
feel safe, like a wild animal, watching. Winter makes them even
more magnetic. Their leafless beauty calls to me. Their subdued
colors wow me and calm me at the same time. I like hearing them
clack in the wind and cold. I decided to make a thicket. Cutting
the branches was a perfect way to experience winter--out there
with my dog in the beautiful landscape, thinking about life,
about hard work and about creating something that might approach
my experiences so I can share them. Spending time in them
brought home the fact that those enticingly dense thickets
weren't created in a few short months. The urge to build one is
temporarily satisfied! I have a deeper appreciation for the fact
that there is hidden beauty in this world, that there always
will be. I like knowing it exists whether I am there to witness
it or not, poetically, metaphorically, and physically---not just
in the physical landscape, but in the interior landscape of my
own personal wilderness. For many years now, I've used dresses
to express feelings about myself, about memory, about time. The
flowers were collected from the outskirts of cemeteries in
Carbon County were I live in south central Montana.
Media Materials collected by Jean
Albus: Eleven magpie nests Willow branches
Cottonwood branches Chokecherry branches Grasses
Hornet nests Various other bird nests plywood
Flowers collected from the outskirts of county cemeteries
leaves mixed with goose feathers ceramic animals bones
Materials collected by Norman Broomhall:
Lanterns used for lighting in thicket photo transfers to
glass blocks bones music acrylic transfers to glass |