Momentary Works
My Momentary Works are ephemeral site specific sculptures_three dimensional poems of place. Each of these works encourages us to experience the Earth and our relationship to her.
Sacred Places
As a resident artist at the Ballinglen Arts Foundation in Ballycastle, County Mayo Ireland, I made the five installations included in this video during March of 2026.
Each installation is specific to a place that I found both moving and sacred.
These works were ephemeral, temporary immersive interactions with the place. The elements that I introduced in each installation quietly combine with the existing context to form a composition. Without the context of the place, the elements themselves would have no meaning.
This video is an expression of the experience I had in making this work.
Ghost
Finding beauty, when unexpected, invites reflection.
At this site, during WWI, thousands of 155mm artillery shells were made and shipped out to feed the Howitzers in Europe.
Now all that remains are the quiet ruins
reformed by nature’s embrace.
The serenity of this place belies the purpose of the site and its shells.
The presence of the shells, felt now, only as ghosts.
Here, among the ghosts, I found peace.
Jack Larimore 11.1.25
Green Thread
Survivors
These four pines
Rooted in the barren expanse of a sand mine
grip the earth
securing an island of life
a natural impulse to restore balance
to tend the Green Thread
At this place, the earth sings
a song of healing and completeness
in Gaia time
a lilt of grace
Sturgeon Story
The Sturgeon is a mysterious fish.
It’s size and fearsome prehistoric appearance, spawned myths and legends. It’s gift of sustenance nourished the Leni Lenape people of the Delaware Bay region. Later, in the nineteenth century, the Sturgeon eggs were harvested to near extinction to satisfy a worldwide craving for caviar.
The Sturgeon, now nearly extinct in the Delaware Bay, has graced the waters of the world for over 200,000,000 years.
This ephemeral installation connects me to its Bayside story.
Pitch Pine Story
Wisdom in the ashes
This burnt Pine Barrens forest is serene, intensely quiet.
Is it indifferent to the anxiety that the fires have caused?
Just weeks after the blaze, from beneath charred bark
bright green sprouts announce rejuvenation.
Tiny sprouts…big joy
Witnessing this scorched place fills me with awe.
The pines and the fire have an old story… a story of symbiosis.
I am listening.
“The poetry of the earth is never dead.” -John Keats