I see this work as being ‘walked,’ slowly, down barren streets; that said, I, myself have performed it on the Salt Flats—a wide expanse of whiteness and nothingness near the Great Salt Lake.
As the Cart makes its way through a landscape, everything it holds jiggles and moves. There are bronze and brass bells; a bowl (limned with a Hebrew blessing) filled with olive leaves; four dead birds cast in bronze. As they make their jingling and gentle bumping sounds, I feel a sense of a narrow liminality, that the division between Heaven and Earth comes somehow aroused.
I modeled this piece after the handcarts that Mormon pioneers used when they traveled across the country. For me, in our present day, it opens up a new frontier, albeit a metaphysical one: an Other space.
Bonneville Salt Flats, Tooele County, Utah