The stoneman has gone off to lunch, perhaps. Or been chased away by native animal: black bear, moose, fox, even turkeys can run a man off. More likely, though, the stoneman has been gone for a long long time. The stoneman’s daughter, as well. But the stoneman’s granddaughter comes by here at dawn and dusk. She thinks over her busy day, remembers her stoneman roots, and finds strength in the landscape and the manmade hardscape. The fallen stones reveal her grandfather’s plan and process; she studies it. One day her busy days will be done and she will build her own stone wall.
I saw Stephen Gatter’s work while on vacation, and it is riveting; his process fascinating: “I start with buckets of white pulp…I add my pigments to make all the colors I will be needing. I proceed to pour them together for the specific hues I want….I fill up to thirty vats with all shades and hues. The work starts on wet woollen felt which receives the pulp and lets the water drain away…” See and read more at http://www.stephengatter.com and watch for him in New England.