I recently participated in a land-art project in Pescadero. My piece is called Wind Traveler.
I made sacs from calligraphy paper, filled it with seeds, pods, snail shells, dried weeds, pebbles. Each pod was strung with stick and waxed linen thread. The pods make a dry, husky sound when the wind blows through. Their shapes are reminiscent of breast icons strung by women in Tono. The frail membranes will release their contents on the ground and into the air as the Elements dictate. Inscribed on each is Basho's haiku, the last he wrote before his death:
Tabi ni yande Falling sick on a journey
Yume wa kareno o My dreams circle round and around
Kakemeguru In withered fields
white marker, double-sided tape, scissors, black paint, glue stick