“Nothing, not even the wind that blows is so unstable as the level crust of the earth.” —Charles Darwin

The art at Teardrop Park (1999-2004) lies imbedded within the physical and visual structure of rock, water, earth and plant. Three bluestone sections evoke a sense of geologic flux and transition between present time (now) and past time (then).  While recalling a natural history of the Hudson River Valley, these sections might also recall the processes of quarrying, or of masonry.  But this stonework neither comes from nor quite belongs to any of those things.  And because it was never any other built thing, the stonework is not a ruin.

Lift, thrust, fold, fault, drop, scrape, erode—our rendering of geologic incident at Teardrop Park is not anti-form, but is also not yet, or not quite form.  It is a becoming of, or coming to, form that makes real our relation to landscape as well as our relation to art.