Wednesday, 31 July 2024

Subliminal Artefact

 


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


Labouring under the sun while red kites glide and whistle overhead, I’ve been engaged in a kind of Medieval recall, compelling me to whittle wood. The shape of the wood called for some natural twine which I'm weaving, winding and plaiting. They are sticks I collected from woodland nearby.

Instinctively assembled these artefacts have no practical purpose. They're an echo, reminiscent of former times when we were all closely bonded to the land, governed by seasons and feudal lords. Back then, contraptions were devised to complete various everyday chores using readily available materials.

These simple objects serve as a totem for tactile connection with 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 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.


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





Initiating this land art arose from a desire to evolve my encephalic cleansing and spend meaningful time being tactile with 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 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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