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Static Weather Sensing Rituals (SWSR)

Objects are scattered in a small forest area as sensors for weather measuring. A tongue nibbles humidity, tastes its little particles. After-rain forest is damp and heavy, the odour ranges between little ecosystems of the waving terrain. Then opens a narrow open asphalt path where the wind blows the odours away. And a relative of the same gush crushed the pine from the middle. Inside the pine's meat and its center, there are the oldest and the tiniest of the growth circles. How was the weather back then, that summer, and spring, and evenings, how did you grow, pine. Tiny fibres in circles tell.

The weather entangles with the soil. Temperatures, winds and waters sieve through the crust in a circular motion. History of weather writes itself to the landscape. And hey, once here was also a little snow ball.

Project's attempt is to grasp the weather as a story we are part of. Through small measuring objects this project aims to cherish, to take seriously, and to ritualize weather sensuality. It refuses to leave weather evaluating only for techno-positivistic structualizations, and reminds of the potential of cultivating human intuitive methods.

cloud hair

wind face

humidity finger

terrain skin

SSW 15 mph star

feels like shivers

tongue wave