year of fog
Stephanie Gibbs
The Snow Man
by Wallace Stevens
One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;
And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitter
Of the January sun; and not to think
Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
In the sound of a few leaves,
Which is the sound of the land
Full of the same wind
That is blowing in the same bare place
For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.
fog: Easthampton, MA to Grand Teton National Park, WY
by Wallace Stevens
One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;
And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitter
Of the January sun; and not to think
Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
In the sound of a few leaves,
Which is the sound of the land
Full of the same wind
That is blowing in the same bare place
For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.
fog: Easthampton, MA to Grand Teton National Park, WY
testing materials: onion skin options, glue options
printing materials: traditional paper, or transparency mylar
folding template
testing the glues wasn't so helpful; secondary attachment (sewing) still required to attach onion skin covers to transparency text
all wrapped up and ready for post
silver stamped covers (onion skin)
(transparency text, accordion book format)
images against white background; when viewed aerially they resemble old film negatives
