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“Death doesn't exist. It never did, it never will. But we've drawn so many pictures of it, so many years, trying to pin it down, comprehend it, we've got to thinking of it as an entity, strangely alive and greedy. All it is, however, is a stopped watch, a loss, an end, a darkness. Nothing.” Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes, 1962  “A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in" Victor Hugo, Les Misérables, 1862   “I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow.” Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar, 1963 “We observe few objects really closely. As we walk on the earth, we observe the external events at two or three arms' lengths. If we ride a horse or drive in an automobile, we are further separated from the immediate surround. We see and photograph "scenery"; our vast world is inadequately described as the "landscape." The most intimate object perceived daily is usually the printed page. The small and commonplace are rarely explored.” Ansel Adams, Examples: The Making of 40 Photographs, 1983 “Tiny details imperceptible to us decide everything!” Winfried Georg Sebald, Vertigo, 1990 ‘Before it can ever be a repose for the senses, landscape is the work of the mind. Its scenery is built up as much from strata of memory as from layers of rock.’ Simon Schama, Landscape and Memory, 1995  The product of an eight month collaboration with artist David Foster available for pre-order at Inside the Outside unknown Soundings remote depths- still secrets in the deep inhabit the strata plots weaving slender The above works were derived from images made in the River Thames intertidal zone between Blackfriars and Millbank throughout 2019. Processed collectively in 2020. 23" x 36" / Hahnemühle German Etching
“I used to measure the skies, now I measure the shadows of Earth. Although my mind was sky-bound, the shadow of my body lies here.” Johannes Kepler (epitaph he composed for himself a few months before he died), 1630 ‘It is black, indifferent; it sidles away from human utterance. It is too far out in the unbidden world to reach. To desire it is to be humiliated.’ Tim Lilburn, Living In The World As If It Were Home, 2002 6 circuits of a pond / 18 exposures each / cumulative / split “The end is in the beginning and yet you go on.” Samuel Beckett, Endgame, 1957 "There is in all visible things an invisible fecundity, a dimmed light, a meek namelessness, a hidden wholeness." Thomas Merton, Hagia Sophia, 1962 “What you burnt, broke, and tore is still in my hands. I am the keeper of fragile things and I have kept of you what is indissoluble.” Anais Nin, House of Incest, 1936 fusion the process or result of joining two or more things together to form a single entity ORIGIN mid 16th cent.: from Latin fusio(n-), from fundere 'pour, melt' ORIGIN early 17th cent. (in the sense ‘minor items or events regarded collectively’): from French détail (noun), détailler (verb), from dé- (expressing separation) + tailler ‘to cut’ (based on Latin talea ‘twig, cutting’). Hermann von Helmholtz is credited with the first study of visual perception in modern history. In his Treatise on Physiological Optics, Helmholtz concluded that the human eye was optically quite poor and that the inadequate information gathered by the eye seemed to make vision impossible. His conclusion was that vision could only be the result of some form of unconscious inferences, that assumptions and conclusions must be made from incomplete data based on previous experience. Extract from Moor Mill Pits (forthcoming), Guy Dickinson fission division or splitting into two or more parts ORIGIN early 17th cent.: from Latin fissio(n-), from findere 'to split'. fusion the process or result of joining two or more things together to form a single entity ORIGIN mid 16th cent.: from Latin fusio(n-), from fundere 'pour, melt'. “Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.” Anais Nin, The Four Chambered Heart, 1959 “As flowing waters disappear into the mist We lose all track of their passage.” Shih-shu, 1703 A Drifting Boat: Chinese Zen Poetry, Edited by J. P. Seaton & Dennis Maloney, 1995  “And part of the soil is called to wash away In storms and streams shave close and gnaw the rocks. Besides, whatever the earth feeds and grows Is restored to earth. And since she surely is The womb of all things and their common grave, Earth must dwindle, you see and take on growth again.” Titus Lucretius, On the Nature of Things, First-century BC |
