Wednesday, 31 July 2024

Subliminal Artefact

 


Subliminal Artefact #1
wood, jute twine, unfired clay
w36 x h32 x d8 cm


Labouring under the sun, with red kites gliding and whistling overhead, I’ve been immersed in a kind of medieval recall, compelling me to whittle wood. The shape of the wood demanded natural twine, which I am weaving, winding, and plaiting. These sticks were collected from a nearby woodland.

Instinctively assembled, these artefacts have no practical purpose. They serve as an echo, reminiscent of a time when we were deeply connected to the land, governed by the seasons and feudal lords. Back then, contraptions were crafted to accomplish everyday tasks using readily available materials.

These simple objects stand as a totem—a tactile connection to nature and our long-forgotten tasks.




Subliminal Artefact #2 - The Weary Serf
wood, jute twine, cotton, wax, unfired clay
w50 x h32 x d15 cm




Music: The Safe - GP




Subliminal Artefact #3 
wood, jute twine, wax
w27 x h42 x d14 cm


Friday, 19 July 2024

Nahven, my spider daughter


 


Nahven, my spider daughter
 h80 x w80 x d1cm, oil on board






Tuesday, 2 July 2024

Gravel Pit Understories

After work I found a quiet spot 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 sense of harmony is reached.


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. 
 

25 June 2024





Beginning this land art project emerged from a desire to further develop my encephalic cleansing practice while spending meaningful, tactile time immersed in nature.


26 June 2024






28 June 2024




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 I soon realised it was seed pods exploding. This became evident when the seed pods I had placed in the gravel pit portal burst right before my eyes, taking me by surprise.







Film, photography & sound by 
Gaynor Perry


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