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A Feminine Land Ethic
Click below to view the February 2019 feature article "HUNTRESS" in Landscape Architecture Magazine:
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Click below to view the February 2019 feature article "HUNTRESS" in Landscape Architecture Magazine:
What do the female body and earth body share? How are they seen? Valued? De-valued?
My mother made this quilt. She took piles of old work clothes – my Levi's, Carhartts, Wranglers, shirts and pants that knelt and toiled with me in many gardens – and cut them into rows. They're agricultural rows, strips of seeds sown, weeds pulled, bounties harvested and shared. I dedicate my work to the lineage of women before me – Beaulah, Eva, Geraldine, Irma Ruth and Marsha Ruth – on whose backs and in whose hands I've grown, to the future generations of Olivia Pearl and beyond…and to the hoofed and feathered, rooted and wild.
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Awarded the 2012 City of Santa Fe Sustainable Award for Water Conservation, our work at the 85-acre Academy for the Love of Learning includes landform grading that slows erosion and harvests surface water runoff, gray and black water purification systems, a 55,000-gallon capacity rainwater harvesting system, and an heirloom orchard with native plantings.
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A residential yard on the Santa Fe River Corridor is transformed through modern, playful and spacious design with native species and edible beds. A custom storage shed does double duty as fencing; a living grape vine fence creates a soft, natural border.
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An ornamental landscape becomes an agri-residential space using edibles and a “living” sprouted straw bale fence. Painted letters correspond to timing of seed germination, creating a visual invitation to engage with the landscape.
Workshop by Christie Green with DeVargas Middle School students at SFAI.
"I'm interested in sparking a new way of seeing and experiencing the everyday with food as medium. Hopefully this will catalyze connection to and caring for life. And beauty."
I am a dog person, a horse person, a hawk person, a hill person
but I am not a person of the people tribe.
I am an immigrant among the animals.
We communicate imperfectly.
Still, I am welcome.
I know the language of the people tribe.
It hurts.
I know the customs and ways
but I have become an exile.
I will live as a foreigner
among the animals.
Maybe God will find me there.