Wednesday, 31 October 2012

The Cathedral~Weathered Experience/Sympathy : Human Occupation/Liminal Rites of Passage.

Weathering Experience with Fired Clay : A Lined Surface~Making Feelings
The Cathedral: Human Occupation/Liminal Rites of Passage.

"Memory records an insignificant minuscule particle of the past."

IGNORANCE. Milan Kundera 2002.








Coiling Over.

Tim Ingold.


How things can offer themselves to one another on the inside. How they can join 'with' rather than join 'up' in sympathy rather than articulation.

Its surface is textured, like a veil, by dint of its long endurance of the atmospheric elements. That is its weathering, a lined surface that greets the digits of the archaeologists hands, and joins them in the movement of (making) feeling.



"We live our lives sunk in vast forgetting." Milan Kundera, IGNORANCE.

Human mapping of social groups from the occupancy of the Cathedral, Space for Peace 2011.

Sunday, 28 October 2012

Photograph (706) The Nun's Stream, Hyde.

Artist’s Book: white and coloured pages, card covers with cyanotype of Winchester Cathedral.

A hand bound book comprising of five signatures each with four folios. This book contains a collection of postcards made from contact prints and photograms from Tidbury Ring using the cyanotype process. Other pages contain some cyanotype paintings/abstracts around the theme of dwelling and hut. Silver gelatine images of St Catherine’s Hill are present as are some experimental pinhole photography.

Tidbury Ring, roll of contact prints, cyanotypes.

Leylines : Artist's Book 2012

St Catherine's Hill, Winchester.
Silver gelatin print.

Interior surfaces, listed building with drawings.

The Poetics of Space : The house, from cellar to garret. The significance of the hut.

"He will revive the primitivity and the specificity of the fears. In our civilization, which has the same light everywhere, and puts electricity in its cellars, we no longer go to the cellar carrying a candle. But the unconscious cannot be civilized. It takes a candle when it goes to the cellar."

Gaston Bachelard.