Salus  Single channel video, 10:14 Six hour performance, 700 tons of rock salt, reclaimed maple, brass, metal dowsing rods, beachwood pendulum, sage, found image, stones gathered from Mt Wakefield, NZ, one of the 19 Holy Mountains of The Aetherius Society.
       
     
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  Salus  Single channel video, 10:14 Six hour performance, 700 tons of rock salt, reclaimed maple, brass, metal dowsing rods, beachwood pendulum, sage, found image, stones gathered from Mt Wakefield, NZ, one of the 19 Holy Mountains of The Aetherius Society.
       
     

Salus
Single channel video, 10:14
Six hour performance, 700 tons of rock salt, reclaimed maple, brass, metal dowsing rods, beachwood pendulum, sage, found image, stones gathered from Mt Wakefield, NZ, one of the 19 Holy Mountains of The Aetherius Society.

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Salus (excerpt from single channel video)

Salus
Single channel video, 10:14
Six hour performance, 700 tons of rock salt, reclaimed maple, brass, metal dowsing rods, beachwood pendulum, sage, found image, stones gathered from Mt Wakefield, NZ, one of the 19 Holy Mountains of The Aetherius Society.
Occupying an ambivalent landscape constructed from 700 tons of rock salt I perform esoteric healing rituals with the Energy Box. Using steel dowsing rods to identify the ideal location for the box and marking it with four stones gathered from Mt Wakefield, New Zealand, one of 19 Holy Mountains identified by The Aetherius Society. A page torn from a book is cast into the box. On it a picture of myself at age 12, taken by my Godmother Sally Tagg, I am holding a unicorn by a rope in a field of oranges. I begin the process.  

Each tool and learned action has been passed onto me by a different Spiritual Medium or healer. In the final act  a protection circle is built out of the rock salt of which the landscape is constructed. The performance that unfolds over many hours feels futile and labored. My body endures its environment, sinking and sliding as it works. The salt crystals draw the moisture from my skin leaving my hands and feet peeling, cut and bleeding. My body carries with it the cumbersome discourse of trauma. An uncomfortable, heavy, narrative.