Refreshed
after sharing a pipe of kelp, Dea and I started out on our first adventure into
the wilderness that surrounded us. There is so much to be explored in the
Presidio of San Francisco, with its vast acres packed with national landmarks,
artifacts, residents, office spaces, hiking trails, and of course, Sculpture.
What good would a national park be without Sculpture?
The last
time that I was here was just before the military settlement that seems to have
come and gone; instead of sand dunes there are giant Cypress and Redwood trees
that are the military’s legacy. It seems fitting then that any art meant to
decorate this impressive landscape would have to be able to compete with the
massive natural beauty where it was stationed. Our first discovery was not an
easy one. Hiding in the hills of forest was a giant sculpture of tree trunks.
As if a giant child had pulled up trees from the earth, removed the branches,
and stacked them in a tight spire reaching towards the heavens. The mass of
trees at the base slowly ascend and tighten seamlessly, the higher the eye
travels the more the trees become one single entity, a jagged gnarled branch, against
the empty blue sky.
The
sculpture was created in 2008 by iconic human artist Andy Goldsworthy
to integrate seamlessly into the landscape. As we came up the hill towards it,
the sculpture peaked over the horizon, looking more like a mighty tree scarred by
a lightning strike than like a man made piece of art. While it might be easy to
dismiss this sculpture by the roadside, it is worthwhile to pull over and get
out to actually view “Spire” close up.
Made
from 35 cypress trees that have been perfectly entwined together, their massive
trunks piled on top and between one another rising up 90 feet into the sky. In
bare white wood patches can be seen tattoos in the travels of termites’
intricate comings and goings, making thoughtful attention brought to the fact
that while this is a manmade sculpture, it is not permanent, and like its
surroundings, will change as all things do. “Spire” both fits into its
surroundings gracefully and at times sticks out like a sore thumb. It may be
made of natural materials but there is a sense of design and intention to the
piece that cannot be dismissed, its voice calling out for attention to the
preservation of its world.
It had
been a long luxurious day of art hunting, our wild sculptures are now still
living in the Land of the Presidio Giants, and now satisfied with our discoveries;
Dea and I slipped back into our fins and dove into the turbulent waters of the
bay. Our tails detoured us at the most accommodating establishment that had
Mermaid Service (water adjacent is so much more convenient), and then we swam
to our separate ways, promising to meet soon, for more explorations of the
surface, and the multitude of lost things calling out to us.

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Oh mermaid friend..what beautiful ponderings..I so look forward to our next adventure!
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