A beautiful show of her work at the Harwood in Taos. I feel particularly close to this art as it was done in Iceland, at Gulkistan Residency.
Here is my poem for the artist:
Light is no rorschach
rather, a palindrome
can be read equally
forward and backward
always resolving, devolving into
twilight.
If I were a child at the edge of a glacier
I might, crepuscular,
appear as an old woman
yet still
retain the bones of a girl
who can leap, or roll
from dawn to dusk
or dusk to dawn.
Lava cools from fire
to the darkest earth
slow moving, it might just
be a necklace of fireflies.
On the island’s tectonic plate
if you squeeze the volcano
it becomes a handful of dirt
and in this way
time is distance…
Miriam's Well: Poetry, Land Art, and Beyond 
Oh, wonderful. So nice to live in your words. So blessed am I that you look at my art and reflect on it with your poems. Profuse thanks and love.
Thank YOU!
What a beautiful meditation on Marietta’s work. Your poem imbues a kindred consciousness to the feeling one experiences when whitnessing this work first hand and encountering the spirit it evokes.
Thank you so much understanding of both art forms.