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What we found, 2.

6/16/2015

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This is our sixth year of boating in Prince William Sound, Alaska. For my youngest, this is all she's ever known. My son's Scandinavian name, Pelle, is our variation on the word "pelagic."
We are terrible fishermen and never catch a thing.

But we've found some things.

Amy Meissner, Prince William Sound, Alaska. From the post What we found, 2. www.amymeissner.com/blog/what-we-found-2

We found that when an eight-year-old boy stands at the terminus of a glacial stream surveying the styrofoam situation and tells you his "heart is breaking for all the animals," you'd better believe him.
And you'd better rise to the occasion -- as an adult with an industrial grade Hefty sack -- to help him do something about it.

Even though you didn't make that mess,
even though it isn't fair that you're cleaning it up,
we've found that somebody still needs to do the work.

And small hands count.

Amy Meissner, Prince William Sound, Alaska. From the post What we found, 2. www.amymeissner.com/blog/what-we-found-2
Amy Meissner, Prince William Sound, Alaska. From the post What we found, 2. www.amymeissner.com/blog/what-we-found-2

We found the insurmountable,

Amy Meissner, Prince William Sound, Alaska. From the post What we found, 2. www.amymeissner.com/blog/what-we-found-2
Amy Meissner, Prince William Sound, Alaska. From the post What we found, 2. www.amymeissner.com/blog/what-we-found-2

and reluctantly agreed to abandon it for someone else. 
Someone bigger, 
stronger.
And found that there would be another seemingly insurmountable task yet to come,
and that the bigger stronger person was in fact, in our midst.

Amy Meissner, Prince William Sound, Alaska. From the post What we found, 2. www.amymeissner.com/blog/what-we-found-2
Amy Meissner, Prince William Sound, Alaska. From the post What we found, 2. www.amymeissner.com/blog/what-we-found-2
Amy Meissner, Prince William Sound, Alaska. From the post What we found, 2. www.amymeissner.com/blog/what-we-found-2

We found consensus in the term "seal killer"

Amy Meissner, Prince William Sound, Alaska. From the post What we found, 2. www.amymeissner.com/blog/what-we-found-2
Amy Meissner, Prince William Sound, Alaska. From the post What we found, 2. www.amymeissner.com/blog/what-we-found-2
Amy Meissner, Prince William Sound, Alaska. From the post What we found, 2. www.amymeissner.com/blog/what-we-found-2

and "poison meal."

Amy Meissner, Prince William Sound, Alaska. From the post What we found, 2. www.amymeissner.com/blog/what-we-found-2
Amy Meissner, Prince William Sound, Alaska. From the post What we found, 2. www.amymeissner.com/blog/what-we-found-2

And we're all in agreement that the styrofoam packing peanut is the worst thing ever invented. Ever.

Some of us sought and found risk,

Amy Meissner, Prince William Sound, Alaska. From the post What we found, 2. www.amymeissner.com/blog/what-we-found-2

and solitude 

Amy Meissner, Prince William Sound, Alaska. From the post What we found, 2. www.amymeissner.com/blog/what-we-found-2

and joy.

Amy Meissner, Prince William Sound, Alaska. From the post What we found, 2. www.amymeissner.com/blog/what-we-found-2
Amy Meissner, Prince William Sound, Alaska. From the post What we found, 2. www.amymeissner.com/blog/what-we-found-2
Amy Meissner, Prince William Sound, Alaska. From the post What we found, 2. www.amymeissner.com/blog/what-we-found-2

We found new things, dammit, that we now have to be afraid of finding,

Amy Meissner, Prince William Sound, Alaska. From the post What we found, 2. www.amymeissner.com/blog/what-we-found-2

and things that weren't so interesting before, but suddenly are now.

Amy Meissner, Prince William Sound, Alaska. From the post What we found, 2. www.amymeissner.com/blog/what-we-found-2

We found that one could speculate all day, 
but in the end,
it's best to just believe in the presence of fairies

Amy Meissner, Prince William Sound, Alaska. From the post What we found, 2. www.amymeissner.com/blog/what-we-found-2

and in aliens who need to be obliterated by laser beams.

Amy Meissner, Prince William Sound, Alaska. From the post What we found, 2. www.amymeissner.com/blog/what-we-found-2

We found that we can leave a place better than the way we discovered it.

Amy Meissner, Prince William Sound, Alaska. From the post What we found, 2. www.amymeissner.com/blog/what-we-found-2

And if we pour enough of our hearts into something, the most humble of gifts will feel like a great reward.

Amy Meissner, Prince William Sound, Alaska. From the post What we found, 2. www.amymeissner.com/blog/what-we-found-2

On this particular weekend, we hauled nearly 400 pounds of net, rope, garbage and beach-sorted recycling out of the Sound. If we did this every weekend for our entire lives, it still wouldn't make a dent in the thousands of miles of exposed Alaskan shoreline ... much of it remote and inaccessible. And it keeps coming -- the Pacific Gyre keeps spitting debris our way, Tsunami detritus is slowly entering these waters. But the thing that is changing is the way my children see the world -- I hear them screaming up and down the beach and into the shoreline woods: "Mama! Wait till you see what I FOUND!"

They are lookers, seekers, doers. Askers of the painful questions. 
The living questions, like, "Wait ... don't we burn diesel to get out here?"

Crap. Yes, yes we do.

And while I don't have the solution to the larger problem, I do have a garbage sack ready for the one right in front of us.
 
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If this family passion seems intriguing to you, please check out the earlier posts What we found and The traveling eye 5: holding, as well as others located under the side bar category of Beach Work.

It's a thing we do.
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What we found.

3/15/2015

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I'm just going to preface this by saying: My Family Cleans Beaches. We do this in Alaska, but the Meissner Rule for enjoying any beach anywhere is "5 Pieces of Trash. Everybody." 

We don't do this because we are better than other people. We don't do this because we're out to save the world. We do this because we love animals and hate the fact that they unknowingly and unfairly ingest plastics and die. We do this because we returned three times to an exhibit at the Anchorage Museum last year (Gyre: The Plastic Ocean) and it was a call to arms for our insistent otter-seal-whale-shore-bird-loving children. We do this because we are treasure hunters at heart and feel that if we can instill some sense of beauty and fairness in our children it will serve them well, because, frankly, all our children and our children's children and our children's children's children are destined to clean beaches forever. 

If the act is ingrained in their bodies, in their will, maybe the living question will grow as they grow, until one of them/some of them/all of them finally demand the right answers or solve the right problems. Someday.

Also, I will come clean right now and admit that we are staying at a resort. 
          
          (insert sad trumpet sound here, or mariachi band, your choice)

And here's where I could also insert a squirmy excuse. Something about needing a break from Alaska and having the ability to tap into my husband's 75-Zillion-K-MVP-Gold-and-Ruby-Studded-Air-Mile status; then over-describe the deep fatigue involved in accumulating this kind of mileage and his migraine that never subsides; then explain even further how we nearly cancelled this muy bueno trip multiple times with finger hovering over the keyboard in that forget-it-forget-it-forget-it-just-forget-it kind of way ... but ... 

right.

I am aware/feeling guilty/feeling conflicted/feeling malo that this choice makes us part of The Problem. 

Cleaning a Mexican beach is penance. 

Beach clean up, from the post What we found. www.amymeissner.com/blog/what-we-found

And on it we found:
          - enough plastic utensils to feed everyone at the Last Supper.
          - and enough straws for everyone there to enjoy two mojitos each.
          - and enough bits of powdery degraded clamshell take-out containers as proof everyone must have had severe indigestion.
          - and a pink plastic princess teeth flosser, for after dinner sharing.

Beach clean up, from the post What we found. www.amymeissner.com/blog/what-we-found

We found:
          - enough footwear to shoe a family of 6, one left foot at a time, including a very teeny pink Birkenstock baby sandal that set some Grandma back at least $50, a kid's black Croc, and an extremely large black sequined flip flop, like, perfect for a 6'4" drag queen. (Damn if her sweet waxed and manicured toes aren't missing this right about now).
          - 50 + plastic bottle caps.
          - 20 + straws
          - 30 + plastic soda/water bottles (Do NOT, and I can't repeat this enough, DO NOT touch the capped bottles half filled with amber liquid. That's either chew spit or fisherman pee. I'm telling you, just leave it there).
          - a syringe, no needle (Everyone! Flip flops back on!)
          - 5 glass bottles (Again! Everyone! Flip flops back on!)
          - another momentarily frightening-how-do-I-explain-this-freakish-anatomically-err-correct thing:

Pelle: Hey Mom, look what I found on the beach!"

Me: "Drop it! Oh my God, it's wearing a shoe! Drop it! No wait. Oh. No, that's ok."
Beach clean up, from the post What we found. www.amymeissner.com/blog/what-we-found
Beach clean up, from the post What we found. www.amymeissner.com/blog/what-we-found
Beach clean up, from the post What we found. www.amymeissner.com/blog/what-we-found

We found:
          -that people ignored the trash at their sunbathing feet. 
          -ignored that they were swimming in it.
          -ignored that they were walking by it.
          -ignored the family cleaning up the trash, except one lady:

One Lady: "Oh Mah Gawd, are y'all cleanin' up the beach? Look honey, they're cleanin' up the beach! That's so nice!" Thank y'all for doin' that! Have fun!

Me: " .... "

We found:
          - rope.
          - travel sized deodorants, shampoos, lotion bottles, jugs.
          - a rusted barrel with sealed lid (not for touching).
          - the coveted Lego piece, in "Patina Blue," discovered only once before, 6,000 miles away. In "Patina Yellow."
          - that the teeny rip-stop nylon bags we started out with on the first day were full after 14 minutes and required an upgrade to in-suite trash bag.

Beach clean up, from the post What we found. www.amymeissner.com/blog/what-we-found
Beach clean up, from the post What we found. www.amymeissner.com/blog/what-we-found
Beach clean up, from the post What we found. www.amymeissner.com/blog/what-we-found

We found:
          - that the sun is so intense that most plastics erupted into brittle shards the moment we disturbed them and that this made us feel like we were making The Problem worse.
          - that biting ants live in crunchy seaweed.
          - that when we did the math, if each person back there came out and followed the Meissner "5 Pieces of Trash. Everybody." Rule ... it still wouldn't make a difference. 
          
          - that no matter how beautiful something is on the outside, there is always an icky underbelly.

Beach clean up, from the post What we found. www.amymeissner.com/blog/what-we-found
Beach clean up, from the post What we found. www.amymeissner.com/blog/what-we-found

          - and that no matter how ugly something is on the outside, it still contains moments of perfection.

Beach clean up, from the post What we found. www.amymeissner.com/blog/what-we-found
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The traveling eye 5: Holding

12/21/2014

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"The eye has to travel."
                       Diana Vreeland
The eye has to travel, 
in order to observe how best to hold the things we love,

Amy Meissner, production, 2014. From the post The traveling eye 5: Holding. www.amymeissner.com/blog/the-traveling-eye-5-holding

much the way nature does.

Amy Meissner, Prince William Sound, 2014. From the post The traveling eye 5: Holding. www.amymeissner.com/blog/the-traveling-eye-5-holding
Amy Meissner, Prince William Sound, 2014. From the post The traveling eye 5: Holding. www.amymeissner.com/blog/the-traveling-eye-5-holding

The eye has to travel,
in order to consider the wayward journey of things not of one's land.

Amy Meissner, Prince William Sound, 2014. From the post The traveling eye 5: Holding. www.amymeissner.com/blog/the-traveling-eye-5-holding
Amy Meissner, Prince William Sound, 2014. From the post The traveling eye 5: Holding. www.amymeissner.com/blog/the-traveling-eye-5-holding
Amy Meissner, Prince William Sound, 2014. From the post The traveling eye 5: Holding. www.amymeissner.com/blog/the-traveling-eye-5-holding

Not to judge,
but to remember that there are forces more enormous, more powerful and further beyond our control than the minor acts of what are first assumed to be irresponsibility. 

And to also remember that we are all guilty of these accumulations, 
these small, yet mindless acts of discarding.

Amy Meissner, Prince William Sound, 2014. From the post The traveling eye 5: Holding. www.amymeissner.com/blog/the-traveling-eye-5-holding
Amy Meissner, Prince William Sound, 2014. From the post The traveling eye 5: Holding. www.amymeissner.com/blog/the-traveling-eye-5-holding

The eye has to travel, inward, in order to solve the challenge of preserving the things we love.

Amy Meissner, production, 2014. From the post The traveling eye 5: Holding. www.amymeissner.com/blog/the-traveling-eye-5-holding
Amy Meissner, production, 2014. From the post The traveling eye 5: Holding. www.amymeissner.com/blog/the-traveling-eye-5-holding

Not because of some need for nostalgia. Or sentimentality.
But because these objects deserve reverence. 

Amy Meissner, production, 2014. From the post The traveling eye 5: Holding. www.amymeissner.com/blog/the-traveling-eye-5-holding
Amy Meissner, production, 2014. From the post The traveling eye 5: Holding. www.amymeissner.com/blog/the-traveling-eye-5-holding

The things we find deserve to be held.
Even if for a short time.
Even if they are ugly.
Even if the task involved with some of them feels insurmountable.

Amy Meissner, Prince William Sound, 2014. From the post The traveling eye 5: Holding. www.amymeissner.com/blog/the-traveling-eye-5-holding
Amy Meissner, Prince William Sound, 2014. From the post The traveling eye 5: Holding. www.amymeissner.com/blog/the-traveling-eye-5-holding
Amy Meissner, Prince William Sound, 2014. From the post The traveling eye 5: Holding. www.amymeissner.com/blog/the-traveling-eye-5-holding
Amy Meissner, Prince William Sound, 2014. From the post The traveling eye 5: Holding. www.amymeissner.com/blog/the-traveling-eye-5-holding

Because it is through this act of holding
that we learn and teach and discover
the most basic lessons of responsibility.

Amy Meissner, Prince William Sound, 2014. From the post The traveling eye 5: Holding. www.amymeissner.com/blog/the-traveling-eye-5-holding
Summer-long beach clean up, 2014. Prince William Sound, Alaska.
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Pockets full of rocks.

7/30/2014

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I spent 2 hours crawling around a beach on Applegate Island in Prince William Sound on Saturday, filling a Ziplock bag with Finger Stones -- finger-shaped, finger-sized, smooth-on-all-sides and not wedge-shaped or too heavy otherwise you can't do this:
Amy Meissner, Inner Life, detail, 2014.
Amy Meissner, Journey detail, 2013.
I first found Finger Stones last summer and knew they were something special: Why are they nearly all the same size? Why only in this tidal zone? Why can't I stop picking these up? Why is everyone calling me back to the dinghy and I'm not coming? I loaded my pockets without a plan (other than The Must Have Plan) and I'm sure my husband had flashbacks of 1970's summer camp rocks with googly eyes when I first organized and admired them like my own little battalion back on the boat. ("And you're doing what with all these?") Later combined with felted wool they created this heavy, bendy, spine-like fabulousness that feels primal and raw. Applied as a surface treatment, they take on a shamanic, bone-like heft. 

I keep returning to bone and spine forms in my work because they feel important. (Here's where anyone who knows me -- even remotely -- is thinking, "Oh no, she's going to start talking about her one-time 12 mm herniated disk on L5 again ... go now, run!" But I'm not mentioning it here because that would be boring). So no. You won't hear about my pain, but my work does explore pain. And this is partly the impetus. It's really personal. But isn't that the point? Because if you aren't creating art that is personal then it's Plop. You've seen it -- plopped -- no sense of place, no sense of space, no sense of self or the human condition. But if you can create art that pulls from the inner thread and binds it to the loose ends of others' lives, then you will move people. If you can, in this case, distill pain -- physical, emotional -- and create something beautiful, then people see elements of themselves in the work, whether or not they understand why right away, or ever. There's just that something that makes one want to know more, or look more, or ask why, or listen harder, or be disturbed, and ultimately remember.

Or just be distracted for a whole 2 hours. By rocks.

Which is why I didn't react immediately when my daughter slipped and fell into an enormous tide pool and started crying (then made me pinky promise not to tell her dad and brother. "They won't even notice, honey," I said, emptying her boot and wringing out her shirt). I couldn't react. Because I was the mom who'd been crawling around on a stony beach all afternoon and was now FROZEN in that position (see comment about L5) with a splitting bag of rocks and a screaming kid somewhere behind me. There was that grimacing moment of: "Use. Your. Core. Have. To. Stand. Up." But then there was the other luxury, the moment of beauty staring at the ground and practicing what around here we still call hypno-birthing breathing: "Oh, look, there's another Finger Stone," and, "There's one more," and "No, that one's not perfect, but, oh, wait, here's a really good one..." 
Amy Meissner, textile artist, observation of the natural world. www.amymeissner.com
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