After work I found a quiet place in an old, overgrown gravel pit. Using leaf litter, and whatever natural debris is strewn about me, I’m meditatively organising these things until a sort of harmony is reached.
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24 June 2024 |
The sound textures accompanying the film clips were created using my voice in a similarly free and spontaneous manner, conjuring up how it felt to compile each ephemeral array.
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25 June 2024 |
Initiating this land art arose from a desire to evolve my
encephalic cleansing and spend meaningful time being tactile with nature.
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26 June 2024 |
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28 June 2024 |
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29 June 2024 |
While piecing together the final assemblage, I repeatedly heard popping sounds in the long grass around me. At first I thought it was twigs falling from the trees, but it was actually seed pods exploding. I only realised this because the seed pods I’d placed in the gravel pit portal burst in front of my eyes, surprising me.
Film, photography & sound by
Gaynor Perry
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