October 01, 2018

Sego Lily

I am Mandan and Hidatsa from the Fort Berthold Indian Reservation in Western ND, as well as German from Eastern ND. Fort Berthold is home, but I was raised throughout the Midwest, in ND, MT, OK, and NE. My father’s life mission as the superintendent of various National Parks is to bring the Native side of the story back to those lands.

My upbringing was a series of fragments of different landscapes.

The space of the Great Plains states influences the way I make, the way I see. The seemingly large, empty spaces which aren’t empty at all, but full of small details that emerge and disappear as you move.

For the last three years I lived and worked in Beaumont, TX, which is along the I-10 between Louisiana and Houston. It’s where the Texas and Cajun cultures meet, where the lights of oil refineries dot the skyline and chemical smells from oil and the paper mills mix in the air with the brackish smells of the bayous.

Beaumont is a 1901 boomtown turned refinery town. It is an unassuming place, but vital to global oil production.

My art studio was in a 900 sq. ft. Art Deco building in downtown Beaumont. This area was my favorite part of the city — beautiful, old buildings mostly deserted in the ’70s as economic development moved further west to center around the newly-constructed mall.

During the holidays the city blasts Christmas music to an empty downtown.

Hurricane Harvey was my first experience with a natural disaster. Being from the North, I was not familiar with hurricanes at all; and no one expected “the 1,000 year flood.” Beaumont became an island.

For a week I obsessively refreshed my weather maps every few minutes, watched the torrential rain out the window, listened to the Cajun Navy over a walkie-talkie app, checked for flooding, replaced buckets full of water from ceiling leaks, and walked around in circles inside of the house. Then the rain ceased and the sun came out.

I was incredibly lucky to make it through unscathed. So many people lost everything. So many are still rebuilding, even now, over a year later.

The city lost running water for a week after the storm.

In 2013, I went three weeks without running water in Kivalina, AK. The residents there go without running water every day. It wasn’t so much a feat for me — I was there to work on a collaborative project — as it was a reminder that clean, running water is a special resource that many communities still don’t have and many are beginning to lose.

Harvey will always be the reason I discovered a connection between yarn and AstroTurf. The storm reset my thinking mind. As soon as I re-entered my studio, there was an immediate shift — it was a time to let go of things that weren’t working and be open to things that were.

Initially, the yarn was meant to be a pliable guide for measuring out large shapes on the AstroTurf. But an ease and playful exchange between the two materials became immediately evident.

I’m a process-based artist: the outside is always coming into the work. It just depends how aware of it I am at a given time.

Yarn became my method of drawing on AstroTurf.

There is a loudness in Southeast Texas that you don’t realize until you leave. A continual hum. Constant birds; from migration to nesting, always singing. With the insects too. Everything is in large numbers; mosquitos, frogs, alligators, cicadas, fire ants. Even the humidity seems noisy — how it engulfs you, so intense and heavy all at once. Some days it is comforting, other days it is oppressive.

I was raised landlocked. Beaumont is near the Gulf, the gumbo-colored Gulf. Eastern MT, which bleeds into Western ND, was traditionally also the territory of the Mandan and Hidatsa tribes. There is a wildflower there named the sego lily, which grows in clayey soils. The locals call that soil “gumbo,” and the nickname for that wildflower is “gumbo lily.”

Yarn sticks to AstroTurf. It is not woven.

Comments (6)

  • these pieces and the writing – all so beautiful! thank you, teresa, for sharing your work here and thank you open space for presenting.

  • Greg Landry says:

    Teresa, the neighborhood is a lot less groovy since y’all moved. The cicadas were extra loud and numerous this summer, like they were calling out for you. This article is so beautiful. Growing up here in Southeast Texas, it is always interesting to me to hear the perspective of those from faraway places. Thank you for this, Teresa.

  • Now I drive by the space your gallery was and I feel… a loss. But I’m glad you think of Beaumont… even if you don’t ‘miss’ it exactly… although if you could beam that beautiful building down somewhere in CA I’m sure you might be tempted.

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  • John stiry says:

    So nice to read,helps me understand your journey . Something which,I do not always have on my own.

  • Rebecca Boone says:

    Reading this was a beautiful way to spend five minutes in the morning.

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