His stick figure melts away into the alabaster plateau. We are alone in salty silence until another man drives up and strides determinedly onto the crust, walking out much further then the limits of the jetty. The running waters of the lake, where life can be sustained, are very far away into the distance. Naturally taxidermied by the salt, I couldn’t tell how long it had been there. Next to the head of the circle lies a large, dead, white bird. But this is Art out of the gallery, art that evolves with the Land itself no kind of interior white cube could never stimulate and sustain this kind of visual alchemical transformation. After years of seeing images of the Jetty deep in water and pink algal bloom, its a shock to find it this way, so starkly dry, black and white, so bare.
Graffiti written casually by visitors is now as immortal as if carved into a wall in Pompeii. The Spiral is made of pitted black basalt rocks embedded into a the crust of mud coming upon it in high summer, as we are, this mud is now set solid, dried as hard as concrete. ‘Spiral Jetty, 9 miles’ at the last branch, reassures you that you really have almost made it. Its only when you come upon the first actual sign – ‘Spiral Jetty, 10 miles’ that you know you are on the right path. Subtle and secret, there is no sign, you must use your commonsense and follow the clue given in the name ‘Promontory Road’. Like all of the Land Art’s movement’s key installations, this work doesn’t give itself away easily, and must be tracked down with spirit and intuition. The nearest town to the part of the lakes where Spiral Jetty lies is called Corinne but it is still an hour drive from there, through wheat-bleached grass lands, hay bales piled up in the white light. Northern Utah’s Great Salt Lakes are the vestigal memory of vast inner seas, now vaporized into a plateau of permanent snow that never melts, blinding the eye with its glare.
To my foreign eyes, it was all Land Art that I had found through the window I saw it though, a Ford wind-screen that framed it all like a wide-screen film.īy this point, the glossy black truck is already coated in a cosmetic-counter display of coloured powders black volcanic ash, raw umber beige, mustard yellow, burnt sienna orange and russet red dusts, and now it gains a layer of fine white salt, too.
#SPIRAL JETTY CORINNE UT FULL#
All of the incursions into the land-scapes of the landlocked states of the great American continent that came up inbetween had been unplanned and unresearched, the road followed where it went, whether it was to dirt, desolation and emptiness or horizons full of mystic monuments. Robert Smithson’s Spiral Jetty had been our only definite destination since the moon-lit night conversation by the pool of the Chateau Marmont in Los Angeles that had planted the seed of this spontaneous trip.
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