Hydra's Head

Nancy Holt
1974
Concrete, earth, water
Overall Dimensions: 28 x 62 ft. (8.5 x 18.9 m); Pool Diameters: two 4 ft. (1.2 m), three 3 ft. (.9 m) , one 2 ft. (.6 m); Pool Depth: 3 ft. (.9 m)

In 1974, Nancy Holt was commissioned to create a temporary site-responsive work for Artpark, an experimental public art program in Lewiston, New York, as part of its seasonal artist residency program. She selected an overgrown and overlooked site along the Niagara River and arranged six pools of water in the pattern of the stars that form Hydra’s head. This small and distinct grouping of stars within the larger Hydra constellation symbolizes the head of the mythical Lernaean Hydra, a multi-headed water serpent from Greek mythology. Holt was interested in the mythological associations of constellation naming in Western astronomy; in Greek mythology, the Hydra is associated with persistent or unseen threat.

The pools are formed from concrete culverts and vary in size in relation to the brightness of the stars that make up Hydra’s head. The water sits level with the surrounding ground, and the culverts appear to extend to considerable depth. In her writing on this work, Holt recalls a proverb she attributed to the Seneca Nation: “Pools of water are the eyes of the earth.” The surface water reflects its surroundings across micro and macro scales—from the stars in the night sky to the ripple of a water beetle. At the end of the 1974 residency season, the six pools were filled with gravel. Holt indicated that she would consider the reactivation of the earthwork, and in May 2026, the first posthumous presentation will be realized at Goodwood Art Foundation.

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Writing by the Artist

Hydra's Head

Nancy Holt

The Seneca Indians of New York have a saying: “Pools of water are the eyes of the earth.” At night the pools of Hydra’s Head “see” the stars brought down into their circumferences, by day they catch in their “view” sky, clouds, sun, and a bird or two. The moon is seen moving from pool to pool as I walk—a continuous recurrence of light encircled. Eddies and whirlpools in the river below, fed by the mad waters of Niagara Falls seven miles upstream, keep up a loud rhythm— there’s always the sound of water. Hearing and seeing come together in a vaporous fusion. The sky has suddenly fallen and is circled at my feet. Clouds drift through the earth, the sun gleams off the windblown ripples. A bottomless hole is there to engulf me. A sinking feeling begins to pervade. Nature’s mirrors absorb. The color of the concrete pipe seen rimming the pools echoes in the color of the rocks nearby.

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