One way to document such a thing;
Each night, take out from one pack a small pouch from the exhibition in London, place it in the uncontrived pile of ones possessions that billow out from the tent and the pack.
Photograph. Making sure to keep the pouch in the middle of the picture.
Title each piece ‘Resting Place’ followed by a number.
Label each photograph with date and place and the phrase ‘pouch containing cremated human remains.
Things I wish I had brought with me No.9 the french word for artist.
We are a species awash with statistics and so here are mine… (obtained courtesy of a pedometer I bought in Reims)
June 9th 16.46km 26,995 steps.
June 10th 29.23km 47,927 steps.
June 11th 28.48km 46,696 steps.
June 12th 18.68km 30,626 steps.
Things I wish I had brought with me No. 7 At least 1 pair of thin, normal socks.
see www.bramthomasarnold.com for more blogging on the journey.
Walking Home is an idea, a dream if you will, what I am interested in is how dreams or concepts exist in reality. Does the dream fall apart for the viewer or the artist if the artist fails to walk all the way, if that path is broken by a train or a ferry.
For now I must be honest for I have had to take a train across some of France due to unpleasant swelling on my feet and a certain schedule to attempt to stick to. In the past two days I traversed the distance between Laon and Reims and am slowly discovering how to use my footsteps as a rhythm for my mind and the landscape before me as a canvas for my imagination. I am slowly devising ways of showing this thing to people after the fact.
Things I wish I had brought with me No.3 A Compass.
