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oileáin árann / postscript

26/3/2023

 


​“Distance has the same effect on the mind as on the eye.”


Samuel Johnson, The History of Rasselas, Prince of Abissinia, 1759

4 hours mapping eddies on the River Ver / Frogmore

17/1/2023

 


"In the dark belly of the valley
A coming and going music
Cutting the bedrock deeper

To earth-nerve, a scalpel of music"


Ted Hughes, River, 1983

sketches / oileáin árann

8/10/2022

 


"The Atlantic has bitten into the island's neck like a stoat, and will in time consume it all.  
Aran is a dying moment."


Tim Robinson, Stones of Aran: Pilgrimage, 1986

mapping a rivulet / expanded / moor mill pits

14/8/2022

 


A brown musically moving beauty, the earth’s fullness
Slides towards the sea. An escape
Of earth-serpent, with all its hoards, casting the land, like an old skin,
Pulling its body from under the eye.


Ted Hughes, River, 1983


a history of sunlight / 8 hours / hertfordshire

3/8/2022

 
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"How then does light return to the world after the eclipse of the sun? Miraculously. Frailly. In thin stripes. It hangs like a glass cage. It is a hoop to be fractured by a tiny jar. There is a spark there. Next moment a flush of dun. Then a vapour as if earth were breathing in and out, once, twice, for the first time. Then under the dullness someone walks with a green light. Then off twists a white wraith. The woods throb blue and green, and gradually the fields drink in red, gold, brown. Suddenly a river snatches a blue light. The earth absorbs colour like a sponge slowly drinking water. It puts on weight; rounds itself; hangs pendent; settles and swings beneath our feet."
 

Virginia Woolf, The Waves, 1931

ashridge

24/7/2022

 


If you would experience a landscape, you must go alone into it and sit down somewhere quietly and wait for it to come in its own good time.


Paul Gruchow, The Necessity of Empty Places, 1988

meander / erasures / ashridge

9/7/2022

 


"We can walk between two places and in so doing establish a link between them, bring them into a warmth of contact, like introducing two friends"


Thomas A Clark, In Praise of Walking, 2016

landslips / runswick bay / composites

3/7/2022

 


“We were picking apart a problem in linguistic history and, as it were, examining close up the peak period of glory in the history of a language; in minuets we had traced the path which had taken it several centuries. And I was powerfully gripped by the vision of transitoriness: the way before our eyes such a complex, ancient, venerable organism, slowly built up over many generations, reaches its highest point, which already contains the germ of decay, and the whole intelligently articulated structure begins to droop, to degenerate, to totter towards its doom.”


Hermann Hesse, The Glass Bead Game, 1943


meander / ashridge

21/6/2022

 


“Each of us, I suspect, cherishes a particular landscape that outwardly reflects some all-too-invisible condition within.
Its very topography gives colour, contour, dimension to otherwise inaccessible areas of inner reality. Endows them with palpable configuration.”


Gustaf Sobin, Luminous Debris, 1997


norfolk notebook

2/6/2022

 


"Beautiful with a hint of secrecy which haunts it, as the memory of a dark and tender sadness clouds the brilliance of a summer day."


Lilias Rider Haggard, A Norfolk Notebook, 1946


limited edition notebook

a history of sunlight / 8 hours around a cherry tree / composites

31/5/2022

 

"Do not allow yourself to be misled by the surfaces of things."


Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet, 1929

passage / iceland / another place press

11/4/2022

 
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"...like the dream of a world that is visible before it takes shape as a reality."


Christiane Ritter, A Woman in the Polar Night, 1938



passage is now available to pre-order from another place press

Introductory essay by Alison Morris

all royalties from the book will be donated to the Anaphylaxis Campaign,
a UK charity who raise awareness of, and support people at risk of severe allergies.
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a shadow passes / isle of skye

2/1/2022

 


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“He saw the sunlight leave the grass like an eye suddenly closed.” 


Peter Ackroyd, Hawksmoor, 1993

cleveland way / north yorkshire

24/10/2021

 


“No matter how much time passes, no matter what takes place in the interim,
there are some things we can never assign to oblivion,
​memories we can never rub away.”


Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore, 2005


rifts & erasures / hertfordshire

2/10/2021

 


"Erasure is never merely a matter of making things disappear: there is always some detritus strewn about in the aftermath, some bruising to the surface from which word or image has been removed, some reminder of the violence done to make the world look new again. Whether rubbed away, crossed out or reinscribed, the rejected entity has a habit of returning, ghostlike: if only in the marks that usurp its place and attest to its passing."


Brian Dillon, The Revelation of Erasure, Tate Etc. Issue 8, 2006

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“Blessed are the forgetful.”


Friedrich Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil, 1886

exul

19/9/2021

 
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"pulvis et umbra sumus"

Quintus Horatius Flaccus, The Odes of Horace, 23 BC



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four hours mapping camber sands / east sussex

11/9/2021

 




“In every outthrust headland, in every curving beach, in every grain of sand there is the story of the earth.” 

Rachel Louise Carson (1907 - 1964)




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meander / ashridge

12/7/2021

 


“His way had therefore come full circle, or rather had taken the form of an ellipse or a spiral, following as ever no straight unbroken line, for the rectilinear belongs only to Geometry and not to Nature and Life.” 

Hermann Hesse, The Glass Bead Game, 1943




meander / moor mill pits

21/6/2021

 


"The light touched something green in the window corner and made it a lump of emerald"


Virginia Woolf, The Waves, 1931

meander / the leather pit

1/6/2021

 

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"When I would recreate myself, I seek the darkest woods the thickest and most interminable and, to the citizen, most dismal, swamp.
I enter a swamp as a sacred place, a sanctum sanctorum. There is the strength, the marrow, of Nature."


Henry David Thoreau, Walking, 1862
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