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passage / iceland

22/5/2021

 
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“Absolutely nothing visible to the eye provides a reason for or even evidence of those terrifying shifts which can in a matter of moments reconstitute a simple path into an extremely complicated one.” 


Mark Z Danielewski, House of Leaves, 2000

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meander / moor mill pits

1/5/2021

 


“To love a swamp, however, is to love what is muted and marginal, what exists in the shadows,
what shoulders its way out of mud and scurries along the damp edges.”

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Barbara Hurd, Stirring the Mud: On Swamps, Bogs & Human Imagination, 2001



a history of sunlight / lichen / hertfordshire

28/4/2021

 


six exposures   |   thirty minute intervals

meander / ashridge

22/4/2021

 


"The world is an ever-weaving tapestry from which no thread can be pulled without destroying the integrity of the cloth.” 


Dean Koontz, Deeply Odd, 2013

riparian rights / an undisclosed chalk stream in hertfordshire

14/3/2021

 
Public access to England’s watercourses amounts to only 3% of the 42,700 miles available. 

“If you’re by a river, on a river or in a river, there’s a 97% chance that you’re not allowed to be there.” 
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Nick Hayes, The battle for England’s waterways, 2019

Where a watercourse divides two adjoining properties (in this case public / private) the boundary is defined by the centreline of the water between the opposing banks. By its very definition that line cannot be fixed, like a wall or a fence, but is in a constant state of flux. Over time the edges of the banks ebb and flow; endlessly reconfigured by accumulations and detritions, floods and droughts, damage and repair. With each new amendment to the physical geometry of the banks, the boundary shifts; it meanders and weaves, mimicking the passage lines of detritus floating on the surface above.

The images presented here collectively represent an attempt to map this condition, to make manifest this tenuous line of ownership concealed below the surface.



Riparian Rights was a response to Right to Roam; an open call for work investigating the issue of land rights, access and trespass.
An edited version of the work is included in a Journal published by Inside The Outside 

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“Your dunce thinks they are standing still, and draws them all fixed; your wise man sees the change or changing in them, and draws them so, -the animal in its motion, the tree in its growth, the cloud in its course, the mountain in its wearing away. Try always, whenever you look at a form, to see the lines in it which have had power over its past fate and will have power over its futurity. Those are its awful lines; see that you seize on those, whatever else you miss.”

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The Works of John Ruskin, Vol. 15, E. T. Cook & A. Wedderburn (eds), 1904

meander / the leather pit

23/12/2020

 


"To love a swamp, however, is to love what is muted and marginal, what exists in the shadows,
​what shoulders its way out of mud and scurries along the damp edges."


Barbara Hurd, Stirring the Mud: On Swamps, Bogs & Human Imagination, 2001

caput mortuum III / eight hours on blackweir pond / extracts

8/12/2020

 


"every figure is no more than the lingering trace of a movement that has already ceased."
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The Notebooks of Joseph Joubert, 1754 - 1824

meander / moor mill pits

8/12/2020

 



"So it is with time, that lightens what is dark, that darkens what is light."

​Samuel Beckett, Watt, 1953



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meander / moor mill pits

30/11/2020

 
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"Look around:
See how things all come alive-
By death! Alive!
​Speaks true who speaks shadow."


Paul Celan, Threshold to Threshold, 1955


meander / ashridge

15/11/2020

 


“Passion has little to do with euphoria and everything to do with patience.
It is not about feeling good. It is about endurance.
Like patience, passion comes from the same Latin root: pati.
It does not mean to flow with exuberance. It means to suffer.”


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Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves, 2000

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At no other time (than autumn) does the earth let itself be inhaled in one smell, the ripe earth;
​...Containing depth within itself, darkness, something of the grave almost."


Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters on Cézanne, 1907

meander / exmoor

3/11/2020

 


"The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing which stands in the way....

As a man is, so he sees."


William Blake, Letter to Reverend John Trusler, 23 August 1799
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meander / ashridge

1/11/2020

 


"dead calm, then a murmur, a name, a murmured name . . .”

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Beckett

meander / alban way, hertfordshire

31/10/2020

 
"I think perfection is ugly.

Somewhere in the things humans make, I want to see scars, failure, disorder, distortion."


​Yohji Yamamoto

mapping a watercourse / grand union canal

29/8/2020

 


Pairs of images made at every lock passed on the grand union canal heading south from Berkhamsted

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"... and from each issued the faint phosphoric radiance of decay"

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Edgar Allan Poe

sirens

26/8/2020

 
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"The shadow escapes from the body like an animal we had been sheltering."


​Deleuze

mapping a river bed / ver / blueprints

9/8/2020

 
An exposure every 10 minutes along the course of a river / 480 minutes / 48 exposures


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"What I see is nothing - I want what it hides - that is not nothing."

​Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea, 1966

meander / hertfordshire

26/7/2020

 


"A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening.
If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals its kernel, its meaning."

​Hermann Hesse, Wandering, 1920


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the lost ones / 36 days / 36 circuits of a field in hertfordshire

3/7/2020

 


'Monotony has nothing to do with a place;
​monotony, either in its sensation or its infliction, is simply the quality of a person.
There are no dreary sights; there are only dreary sight seers.'

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G. K. Chesterton, Alarms and Discursions, 1911



exul_postscript

15/6/2020

 



“It's a kindness that the mind can go where it wishes.” 


Publius Ovidius Naso, The Poems of Exile: Tristia and the Black Sea Letters, AD13
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exul

8/6/2020

 
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drowned.
hearts,

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pulling


the mouth
of the land,


to draw breath,
as breath left,

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holding

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artists books  / edition of 13

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