The big ha-ha, a chaotic exploration into finding lost water
| dc.contributor.author | McKee, Patricia | en_US |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2007-07-12T17:46:38Z | |
| dc.date.available | 2007-07-12T17:46:38Z | |
| dc.date.issued | 2000-05-01T00:00:00Z | en_US |
| dc.degree.discipline | Landscape Architecture | en_US |
| dc.degree.level | Master of Landscape Architecture (M.L.Arch.) | en_US |
| dc.description.abstract | Attempting to bound my project into some concrete truth has been like trying to grasp a fist full of Manitoba clay; the tighter I squeezed, the more of it slipped through my fingers. I would then scoop up the droppings, compact it again, and squeeze with all my might; only to find little left in my hand once more. The repetition of this movement became a mantra, and as the project began to sway back and forth, I began to meditate. I closed my eyes and instead of looking at the clay my hand was trying to force into shape, I saw for the first time the mounds that had fallen at my feet. When I opened my eyes again I saw a river that flowed red. I noticed the mounds, like the clay ideas that had fallen from my hands, erupting from the surface of the water. There was a sharp bend in the river, and in the crook of that bend was a grove of maple trees sheltering my dad's maroon 1962 Ford where my mom and dad were dating. I looked up and saw that the moon was full and the stars were right, and I knew that a practicum was about to be born. (Abstract shortened by UMI.) | en_US |
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| dc.identifier.uri | http://hdl.handle.net/1993/2487 | |
| dc.language.iso | eng | en_US |
| dc.rights | open access | en_US |
| dc.title | The big ha-ha, a chaotic exploration into finding lost water | en_US |
| dc.type | master thesis | en_US |