Christo and Jeanne-Claudes local youth

Larry R Owens

Description

This is a story, working with Christo and Jeanne-Claude on a survey party, for the future Running Fence. Starting in Cotati,California. I walked with Christo and Jeanne-Claude to the Pacific Ocean. Laying out a survey line for the future Running Fence.

Sujets

• Arts visuels
• Arts visuels
• Art

Informations

• Publié par: Owens Company
• Date de parution: 21 mars 2016
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9780986439117
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 13 Mo

Extrait

Christo and Jeanne Claude
For my small part For your large project
Thank You
Larry Owens
Copyright 2015 by Larry Owens
SURVEY LAYOUT COTATI, CA

Christo s Steps Staking Line
Christo and Jeanne-Claude s Local Youth
On March 21, 1979, at 12:00 noon in Valley Ford, California. Christo and Jeanne-Claude gave me the book Christo: Running Fence. Copy number HC 820. Receiving this book gives me the ability to share my story, working with Christo and Jeanne-Claude.
I have copied, enlarged, and enhanced nine pictures, for a feel of what it was like for me to have the honor and ability to work with Christo and Jeanne-Claude. Before I started to write this book, I consulted with Christo and Jeanne-Claude on the title. After much discussion, the title of the book became Christo and Jean-Claude s Local Youth. However, the context of the writing is my own.
Christo and Jeanne-Claude have provided me with thirteen wonderful post card pictures of the art projects they have completed. In the beginning you will notice a line with footsteps which is an illustration of Christo and Jeanne-Claude s survey.
HERE IS THE BEAUTIFUL
JEANNE-CLAUDE

Early in the morning, as the sun was rising, I was instructed to meet at a designated spot on Pleasant Street, in Petaluma, California. Moments after I arrived at the designated spot, I see a Ford station wagon approaching me. As the car stops, the driver rolls down the window and says, I m Gary, are you Larry? I nod my head as we both chuckle about our names. As I start to sit down in the car, I ask, Where are we headed? Gary responds, Cotati . As we re driving to Cotati, little was said. I was still trying to wake up, having to be up so early in the morning.
Finally, we arrive in Cotati and drive up a rancher s dirt road. As we re approaching the top of the mountain, I notice several people standing around a red Dodge truck. As the car stops, I see four men, and a beautiful lady. As I m exiting the car, I smile and wave my hand and start walking to where everybody was standing. I introduce myself and in return everybody introduces themselves. Not really knowing who is who, I ask What are we doing? Someone responds, We re working on a running fence. Now I m really confused. So I decided to just go with the flow. I didn t completely understand what a running fence was, and probably even less than that. I was just the hired help. About 5 minutes after I arrive and everybody has introduced themselves, we were given instructions. Christo and Jeanne-Claude start to decide where the first stake is to be installed. After the first stake is installed, they start to walk ahead of us, laying down stakes behind them.

Here s Christo with stake in hand, venturing on his 24.5 mile survey.
After a mile into the survey, I hear the word lunch. If my memory is correct, the survey party would all pile into the Ford station wagon and meet Christo and Jeanne-Claude. For the first few days, we would drive from Cotati to downtown Occidental for lunch. After arriving at the restaurant Christo and Jeanne-Claude had picked out, we would all try to clean ourselves up as best we could. After all, several people coming out of the mountains after working fairly hard, I m sure we didn t have the most pleasant aroma. After a two hour lunch, it s back to the fields. For some reason, it seemed as if the second part of the day always seemed to pass faster than the morning did. Then, back to the basics. Install a stake, pull a measurement, install a stake, pull a measurement, install a stake, etc. A few hours before the sunset, our day was done.