The footage was examined in a similar way I’d feel clay , the narrative was built from the research and footage, and needs work but it’s something I can toy with.


An egg made up of protein, similar in nature

Cells split, divide, develop, die

Politics natural (?)


Where is the wedgwood?

Digging from the burial site

There is nothing but tombstones

The shards of ceramic thread through

My swollen hands, slicing through nail

Piecing back time with nothing but sand


Who feels? The clay

Monsters, objects within objects

Making the foundations for more

Stacking each shelf with plates

How many more plates?

For a land that won’t house



Where are you Wedgwood?

A £50 pound cup?

I think I saw you in Devon

Where the clay lathered rich feet

Anyway you weren’t home


Amongst the crisp packets,

And broken bottles are pieces

that belonged

To someone


Now what we’re left


Homes for broken pieces


An escapade of wealth, in the midst

Of a beckoning fall

What’s left (?) everything

And nothing


The birds circle, each one takes flight

I’m accused,


I hold out my hands

Feeling the air between each finger

Failing to take flight, with clay wings

I give myself to the ground



It’s somewhere (?)

a distant place

I believe it’s green, but I’m colour blind

There’s a window in the distance. I can see it, like a pin prick, but I know it’s a window

And it’s cold outside


Pollination , nature

What is nature?


Yellow , black


Key words

Flux :- City in flux, movement > OPPOSITE of Flux – decay

Decay:- social, political, enviromental + Visual > poetically seems to be embedded in people and or stripped – Capitalism

Stripped:- taken away, clay fired = no longer malleable , cold > ceramic = surplus = supermarket

Dead= no value >OPPOSITE to dead, birth>growth

Growth> green grass that spouts through the concrete