Quarry

I’m finding photographs as well as film are becoming important. I’m using them more and more to make connections, or just to ask questions. The boulder just outside the studio window is intriguing me. Why is it there? Why hasn’t it been crushed? It looks defiant. It looks so small. It echos Nash’s wooden boulder – what’s it’s journey?

I hope it’s still there everytime I go into the studio.

It seems appropriate to post about explosions on bonfire night.

As part of my exploration of how the stones in the quarry fracture, I’ve created a small work of fractured stones held together by the shot blast wire.

Water and a sink – the studio can function…