Bringing the Outside In and the Inside Out
Recently I’ve been using writing to explore the point at which I feel become at one with where I am, and how such a state can be fragile, almost vanishing when it is noticed or described. I’ve been experimenting with writing that describes how my senses, feelings and thoughts meet and speak with the birds around me, mud under my feet or the wind on my skin, without the act of writing squashing the life out of the moment.
It’s something that is central to my work, an embodied realisation of belonging, of being oneself and being a continuous part of the whole.
Today I played with my camera, using multiple exposures, combining images of my body with photographs taken in Savernake Forest. I was thinking about my body as land, with body hair or bacteria as the growth of wildness, as weeds are the wildness that creeps back into our gardens. I want to revisit the (my) body in my work more explicitly, as I have in the past through wearable work or constructed body spaces.