Findings, 2012

Findings is a poem geocached on a series of offered objects. Each object can be located through the use of a particular GPS coordinate. Together these objects comprise a poem, a public artwork, and an unbound book. The work is distributed throughout a small section of Lake Park in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Each inscribed object is designed with its particular site—and the experience of finding it at that site—in mind. The experience of finding and observing is as important as the objects themselves.

The geocaching / digital aspect of the work allows it to be tracked, but more significantly, ties it to our use of the technological. In this way, the entire work raises questions about our relationships with the natural and the made worlds, with artifacts and the environment, with the present and the future. Through the use of poetic syntax, normal relations and expectations become displaced. The use of language and the arrangement of objects create a dream-space that re-frames familiar objects and ways of relating.

The interactions between the objects and the public are an essential part of the piece. Rather than being a public display, however, the experience of text is intimate, precise, and (most likely) solitary. Documentation of the piece over time will be important. Will the anonymous finders destroy, steal, or respect these objects? What is the fate of the artistic offering in a naturalized space? The aim of the piece is to create a work that invites interaction and implicitly trusts its audience. Findings opens a space for contemplation, destruction, or reply.

Findings is a series of objects cached throughout Lake Park in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Each object can be located through the use of a particular GPS coordinate. Together these objects comprise a poem, a public artwork, and an unbound book. The experience of finding is as important as the objects themselves.

43 4' 1" N, 87 52' 11" W 43 3' 56" N, 87 52 10" W 43 3' 51" N, 87 52' 12" W 43 3' 55" N, 87 52' 16" W 43 4' 3" N, 87 52' 8" W 43 4' 9" N, 87 52' 8" W 43 3' 23", 87 52' 19" W

43 4' 1" N, 87 52' 11" W

What waits to spill from the earth's split lip. The chaptered object. Apse or vug. A ground where we are equally made strange.

43 3' 56" N, 87, 52' 10" W Sewnshut mouth of rock. The nub, the earth's closed eye. Iris seeped to teeth of quartz. Will you pry it open. Witness or be witnessed. Destruction remains to be seen.

43 4' 1" N, 87 52' 11" W. Would you protect an insect. Would you cup or crush. Honey, crap, or apple. In what way will you leave.

43 4' 9" N, 87 52' 8" W

Here where you are finding. These rootless artifacts. That there is, far away, a train. Freighted, packed with humans. Breathless, hovering. Close.

43 3' 23" N, 87 52' 19" W

How often we have forgotten to think of one another. Tokens at the willow. In the spaces made for silence. Where text becomes a verb.

43 4' 3" N, 87 52' 10" W

Listen past the subwoof. Tiny scratches, pitches. That this was made. By hands, machines. Sunstitched sound through branches. The trees, the fractional leaf.

43 3' 55" N, 87 52' 16" W

The text reads modor, hond, and earm. Burston binlocan, the bone-lock burst. Fossil words still squirming. Gold in your mouth, in the tongue's wet thresh. Under the gaping roof.

Will you allow this syntax. To hover at the point. Allowance, as of water. Cached in the lion's pause.