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A vein runs through it.

7/10/2015

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"The forces that shape the natural world — gravity, erosion, material fatigue and subsequent fracture, the smoothing pulse of fluid — are also found within the realm of the body. Veins course through rock, creating weakness but extreme beauty, and our bodies are similarly imperfect, yet perfect. I am mesmerized by that which topples our sense of strength, widens our fissures and defies our ability to heal — it’s real that something terrifyingly small could leave nothing left in one's world but stone."

On the Vein Series.

Amy Meissner, textile artist. Vein #3. http://www.amymeissner.com/vein-series.html
Amy Meissner, textile artist. From the post A vein runs through it. www.amymeissner.com/blog/a-vein-runs-through-it
Amy Meissner, textile artist. From the post A vein runs through it. www.amymeissner.com/blog/a-vein-runs-through-it

In 1987, one month after my 16th birthday, a baby disappeared down a well. 

Her mother wasn't much older than I was -- only 18 -- and while babysitting 6 other children in Midland, Texas, she'd run inside the house to answer the telephone and left them all playing outside. My youngest sister was almost 2 then; the baby who'd slipped through the 8-inch mouth of a well, Jessica McClure, was 18 months. My dad was a water well driller, as was my grandfather and my uncle. We lived in a dusty desert landscape, probably not unlike West Texas. My parents always dropped everything to answer a business phone that rang in our home, whether at 6 am or noon or 8 pm. I was the neighborhood babysitter. The odd parallels weren't lost on me then, and they aren't now.

Amy Meissner, textile artist. From the post A vein runs through it. www.amymeissner.com/blog/a-vein-runs-through-it
Amy Meissner, textile artist. From the post A vein runs through it. www.amymeissner.com/blog/a-vein-runs-through-it

For days, we watched rescue efforts broadcast from Midland, and the whole time I imagined my littlest sister's legs forced into the splits 22 feet down a narrow casing, a shelf of crumbling rust and alkali the only thing preventing her from sliding into the soft water 45 feet below. I saw myself leaning over the hole, calling her name while neighbors and strangers descended on our own scrub-filled Nevada yard, women hauling shovels and rope, men wondering where to park a useless backhoe. Could I have done much more than stumble over the generator cables powering floodlights and camera equipment and heaters pumping warm air into the hole? I could envision my dad standing backlit in the night, wearing his blue well-drilling uniform and cap, solving this problem with the expertise of decades of drilling for water. At 16, I could see all this. And I'm sure I judged that teenaged mother for losing her child down a hole barely 2 fists wide because she'd turned her back to answer a stupid telephone. 

Nearly 30 years later, I play out this last part the most, because now I have children. I have someone, not just the idea of someone, behind me when I turn my back. 

And I do turn it. Every mother does. At some point.
Sometimes nothing happens. Sometimes something does.

Amy Meissner, textile artist. From the post A vein runs through it. www.amymeissner.com/blog/a-vein-runs-through-it

My family followed the news for the 58 hours it took for mining engineers, firefighters, paramedics, drillers, jackhammer operators, police and other support to finally reach the baby -- the efforts of at least 50 people. I wanted to believe my dad would've been the one to know what to do if he'd stood there in that dusty Texas backyard -- pointing, gesturing, stern and focused above the chaos -- but there in our living room some 1,400 miles away, staring at the television screen with elbows on knees, he didn't have the solution. His rig, an Ingersol-Rand, drilled 6- or 8-inch diameter holes, not wide enough for tools to bring more than mud and water out of the ground. The process wasn't fast enough either -- holes took days or weeks to drill. There would be no rescue with the equipment he had at hand. 

If one of his wells never produced water, even I knew he couldn't just leave a hole in the ground like the one the baby fell into. It was illegal in Nevada; anything could contaminate ground water if it seeped far enough. He'd nervously phoned a radio station during this time, gave a local perspective on the dangers of illegal wells, offered to fill and cap them for free, no questions asked. One improperly abandoned well he knew of -- a rusted casing jutting from the ground -- was just a block away from a school bus stop. But no property owners ever contacted him for his help. 

Amy Meissner, textile artist. From the post A vein runs through it. www.amymeissner.com/blog/a-vein-runs-through-it
Amy Meissner, textile artist. From the post A vein runs through it. www.amymeissner.com/blog/a-vein-runs-through-it

Once, after watching an episode of Dallas, I told my dad I hoped he'd strike oil so we could be rich. He had the wrong rig, he'd explained, and besides, the oil would belong to the property owner. Nothing seemed fair about that. Finders keepers. I couldn't picture the differences between oil rigs and water well-drilling rigs then, but I knew what a drill bit was -- it looked like a snake head -- and I knew they were expensive to replace if the hole caved in or if they snapped off at 600 feet. 

The mining engineers tried to reach Jessica with a rat hole drill -- used for boring 36- or 48-inch-diameter column holes -- breaking huge drill bits worth thousands of dollars on the prehistoric strata. In the end, they cut through bedrock with high-pressure water, worrying the whole time it might shoot through a small fissure and cut the baby by accident. They finished tunneling to her with pneumatic jack hammers. She sang in the darkness, cried to let rescuers know she was still breathing and gave everyone a reason to think she'd died when she napped for 6 hours.

Amy Meissner, textile artist. From the post A vein runs through it. www.amymeissner.com/blog/a-vein-runs-through-it

In interviews, fifteen years after the event, she claimed she didn't remember a thing. But my parents and I still do, and 2 of my 3 sisters who were old enough also remember fragments and shadowy images -- a baby in a hole like Dad drilled, flashes of a young crying mom who blamed herself and that name: Baby Jessica.

None of us had ever had the word "Baby" put in front of our names. It hinted at a fragility that tried hard not to exist in our home. Still, the event in Midland took the ordinariness of our daily lives, the things we knew intimately -- an insistent telephone, holes in the ground, babies, moms and dads and children, the dust and mud of work -- and twisted them all into something strange and deadly and utterly comprehensible to a well-drilling family.*

Amy Meissner, textile artist. Vein #3. http://www.amymeissner.com/vein-series.html
"Vein #3," (16" x 16" x 2") Vintage domestic linens, unspun wool fiber, silk organza mesh, found objects. Hand felted, machine & hand embroidered, hand quilted, upholstered onto cradled board, 2015.

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Watching the following news clip, now as a mother, touched something far deeper than it did when I was a teenager. Does anyone else remember where you were -- who you were -- when this happened? I wrote about this in 2003 and 2004, thinking I had it all emotionally tidied up in a piece that explored the relationship I had with my father then. Revisiting this scene now, places me on very different ground. 

The impulse behind the Vein Series begins to inch closer to a deeper emotional truth about the fragility and strength of stone, of life. These memories are a small part of that larger picture.


*Edited excerpts from the 2004 essay "Lifeline," part of my MFA thesis.
Images are of quartz-veined beach rock in Prince William Sound, Alaska.



13 Comments
Julie Haddrick
7/10/2015 06:22:26 pm

Beautiful photography to accompany this fascinating story. Stitched textile piece is pared back beauty

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Amy Meissner link
7/11/2015 02:52:30 am

Julie,
Thank you for reading and commenting on the work. I'm no photographer, but I love rocks and I love textiles and I love stories. I feel blessed to have a place, here, for it all.
XO
Amy

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Claire DeBerg link
7/10/2015 10:38:37 pm

Amy, I do remember this. I was 7 and baffled by how Baby Jessica could fit down such a small opening. I sat with my family around the TV, too. That pulitzer prize winning photo of when she is pulled up and the rescue workers are circling her...that is embedded in my brain. I think of her, too, whenever I see a pipe coming out of the ground without a cover--no matter how small. I am stunned to realize it is nearly 30 years since the incident. Do you remember, too, one of her rescuers was overwhelmed with the fame of being her "hero" that he took his own life? Learning that was my first introduction to PTSD.

Vein #3 is haunting and gorgeous. Really amazing.

Thank you for reminding me about this story woven into the fabric of our collective conscience.

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Amy Meissner link
7/11/2015 03:02:48 am

Dear Claire,
So many of the images of this strange time are stuck in my brain, too, that it's difficult to extract the personal reality of my family from the media's hold. I learned about the rescuer who killed himself a number of years ago when I was first researching this for my thesis. So sad and one of my first intros to PTSD as well...
XO
Amy

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Susan R Michael
7/10/2015 10:40:50 pm

Thank you.

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Liz link
7/10/2015 11:07:51 pm

This reverie is an important reminder that we are never "done" with story. I had a notion to revisit some books read long ago ... to see where I am in their story now. Thank you for solidifying that notion in my mind.

Thank you, too for giving a context to the incredible work that is the Vein Series. I see them with different eyes now, going beyond your mastery of technique and thoughtful assemblages of form, texture and color.

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Amy Meissner link
7/11/2015 03:06:17 am

Liz,
It's so true that stories are living and evolving entities, much in the way we are. To be "done" with a story can be important, I won't dismiss this fact, but to investigate an incident decade by decade is a curious exercise into one's personal growth as well.
Thank you so much for commenting about my work here and for taking the time to read the blog.
XO
Amy

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Kay Talbott
7/10/2015 11:29:31 pm

I love your voice! I remember Baby Jessica and the intensity of following her rescue.

Your photos, your words so clearly demonstrate your view and connection to the event as well as your love and pride in your father and family. Awesome!

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Amy Meissner link
7/11/2015 03:09:16 am

Kay,
I appreciate your understanding that this is very much a glimpse into my family. While the entire essay isn't posted here, this is in fact what it's about. Thank you for taking the time to read and comment here!
XO
Amy

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Tammy link
7/12/2015 04:57:16 am

I do remember the Baby Jessica story. I was also riveted by it because at the time I had three little children. My last child a girl who was born the previous year. I couldn't stop thinking about the baby being in that spot so far away from safety in the dark. And I couldn't stop thinking about the mother and the person responsible for watching the child. It's interesting to watch you incorporate your life experiences and your relationships into the work you create. It's wonderful really!

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Amy Meissner link
7/14/2015 02:41:14 pm

Tammy,
Thank you for reading and sharing your own experiences here. I think it's amazing to hear all the different points of view and realize how similar we all are, no matter where we are in life. We just all want to be safe and out of the dark, and we want this for others, ultimately, as well.
XO
Amy

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Dohnn
7/13/2015 07:59:32 am

Amazing how our perspective is constantly shifted as we age and grow, guess that's what makes it perspective. I really enjoy your writing, such a thoughtful soul. Love the texture of the photo of the quartz with the puddle on it, beautiful, definitely need to add more texture to my work. Thanks for all the inspiration Amy!

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Amy Meissner link
7/14/2015 02:38:16 pm

Dohnn,
You're right. That's exactly why it's called "perspective" and not like, "line drawing" or "boring-flat-thing-that-just-lies-there." Oh, so glad I get to inspire you these days ... you've certainly inspired me for days and days, too.
XO
Amy

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