Winter Marathon Writer 2008-Susan Martens
From Susan Martens-Baker’s marathon notebook:
2:25 p.m. “Walking Houses” at the Sheldon
Blessed are we who sit amid art, writing and breathing. Blessed respite, new free space in my mind, room to think, room to roam, my brain floating free inside my skull…
This is “Walking Houses,” cool and creepy, the way I like art. They recall the alien invaders of War of the Worlds. Walking Houses invading the landscape. I would love to see these twenty times their current size, out on a field somewhere, hulking giants of postmodern angst… unsettling, insect-like, ready to scuttle across the ragged seas of loneliness.