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'Everything moves on, the larches, the bracken, the caledonian pines, the heather, the juniper bushes, the scrap grass.
And then moving into the land, water: the rivers running to the sea, the sea with its tides filling lochs. And across both land and water the wind'. John Berger 'And Our Faces, My Heart, Brief as Photos' 2005 |
Grinding a recycled canister to make furnace
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Cove Park 2022I am about to take my self built furnace out into the landscape surrounding Cove Park to cast and sculpt in the landscape
I will be responding to nature at Peaton Hill and in the forest near Garelochead. Inspired by the local geology and ecology, I aim to investigate the changes to the landscape through the lens of social and industrial history. |
Spot welding a recylcled canister to enable the lid to fit.
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Specialists in mining from The National History Museum, geologists from the Royal Scottish Geological Society and subject specialists from the British Library's Science and Map sections have very kindly signposted me toward relevant resources enabling me to frame my research. But I still found it difficult to penetrate the mountain of information I had gathered about this beautiful, remote location. As a poet I had to find another way in, to the creative heart of this stage of my journey. By chance I was listening to the audio book of John Berger's 'And Our Faces, My Heart, Brief as Photos'. This sentence stood out, especially the first three words: 'Everything moves on..' At last a springboard to dive from to move from the practical research into the art itself! |
Rosneath Peninsula 1794
