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

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.

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

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

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

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

​Samuel Beckett, Watt, 1953

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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

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

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

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Samuel Beckett