artw o r k s f o r m e d i n f o r m e d b y w a t e r
"If I now click pebbles together to make the stones chat, is that the same as the time that Susie did it?"
o the other,
outside the human,
beyond the human language...
art that exists uncomfortably within its own skin
a transient work,
an ephemeral work.
It is an ambivalent presentation
of art that is ridiculously self-indulgent,
whose connection to ‘the real world’ is tenuous at best.
And yet this is exactly why I like it so much.
throw only to an alert catcher
collaborative show with
artists' book - lie lie lie
The longing that is there
of wanting to be twig
of wanting to
residency at Dawlish Warren
disturbing the silt
i t o o f l o w
Should the Earth itself forget your name
Say this to the still Earth: I flow
Say this to the quick stream: I am
Don Paterson - Orpheus
f l y i n g w h i t e s
nanimate stones, plants, animals,
fills with unfolding significance.
The fish and the birds become protectors
t r a c e o f t h e s e a
break into your life like thief if you need to
a wave breaks inside
under the skirting board
w a v e trace
r e s e r v o i r
ink in water revealing the turning of the Earth
(The reservoir is not a dead place after all)
v i g i l
I wash my dirty hands
Such a mundane act.
light and life
It is from belief
has been discovered
makes you crawl
on your belly
just to see.
Light and life
I get them muddled