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