Re-imagining objects collected from recent beach walks I’m transfixed by the translucence of things. Lit from below, I can see through shells. New layers of surface and texture emerge, bringing new landscapes, perhaps the moon? Photographed closely I can see a new sharpness of detail. The luxury of time to dwell and ruminate, a particular string of thoughts turn over and over. With little to distract me it brings new perspective, even if it’s distorted. Disappearing into rabbit holes scratches at old scars and unearths new discoveries. New landscapes form outside and within.
From one crabby body to another. Breathing new life into bits of crab chewed and discarded by herring gulls. A joyful playful studio space.
Dancing Legs/Pointing Fingers:
Each object, carefully chosen, has its own special place. Studio walls are filled with categorised, catalogued, beach finds.