In this videopoem, two humans and a tree dance, feel, see and explore together in Leadville, Colorado, a 10,000-foot-high city and Superfund site surrounded by high piles of mining waste that sit upon the water supply. This video emerged out of a crip drift, a sensing/being/in space, in a psychogeographical exploration. [...]
I hadn’t thought much of the wind today / before I pushed into the pond and found / how little, mind you, how little the wind / thought of me
Church bells pealed canonical hours / matins, lauds, praise be for sunrise / prime, terce, sext / become silent graphics
boardwalk greasy with entangled seaweed, the rickety path to my summer blossomed open towards ...
If there is enough bark left, / if its trunk lying nearby / or if you were the one to fell it / you might be able to tell a tree’s identity ...
Multitudes of hands / open and close / like sea anemones ...
It was a difficult journey with the highways in disrepair, entire sections washed away into the hillside; nothing concrete could be forever. Still, he had to go––for what was left in the calcified highlands behind him was a form of loneliness he could no longer bear.
After my first child died unexpectedly in Namibia when she was 17 days old, it took me over a year to be ready to try to conceive again. ...
Covered in dust, sweat, and bicycle chain grease, we finished the second day of our bike tour at an unexpected desert oasis somewhere in California along the Mexico border.
Leila Kuhns has been working with many media types for over five years. She has focused on ceramics for most of her time as an artist but has moved into photography more recently. When creating art, she enjoys focusing on topics that allow the audience to feel the emotion of the piece. This past [...]
