Ceevah Sobel, Trona Pinnacles at Searles Lake

I picked up and sorted by color the broken glass that visitors had littered the site with. This engagement with where I was evolved. I covered the surface of a boulder with the faceted pieces of green bottle glass. I was thinking of the scattered boulders as underwater, glittering rocks while Kyra and Eric were busy stringing a thin, barely visible pink cord from the tops of the pinnacles so that we could imagine the ancient water surface. I like the idea that I could leave this piece since it is only a rearrangement of what was here. Before we departed, I left a pine cone.