About
All too often memory is all we have of the past and it is in this ‘foreign country’ we recapture experiences, people, places where old feelings are revived. Memory, in these situations is a powerful force having a profound impact on our emotional and physical state.
And it seems memory is habitually linked to place. It is as if the walls, hedges and crags hold a natural and indispensable recollection of a time or experience, absorbed from that moment where we may have 'passed by' or lingered, clutching to fleeting thoughts. Seemingly we place mental markers into the atomic structure of place; we slice a piece of our spirit and tuck it into the folds and crevices of the landscape to be returned to, recaptured and relived at some future time. We retain a piece of ourselves in the structure, time and spirit of place. We wander consciously, or by coincidence, colliding with these hot spots of memory and meaning.
It is through my journeys into the wild places of these isles I attempt to capture the places where the geography of landscape collides with recollections. This may be from the top of some rock strewn mountain, or journeying the twists and turns of a sylvan valley. I hope to find where memory combines with the momentous actions of geology, merging 'metamorphically' into the bouldered landscape, where the shape of the land and thought are seamlessly fed into our unconsciousness. To places where an essence of our passing is retained. Waiting, like a word poised on the tips of our tongue, we search for these memories as if looking to Distant Hills.
And it seems memory is habitually linked to place. It is as if the walls, hedges and crags hold a natural and indispensable recollection of a time or experience, absorbed from that moment where we may have 'passed by' or lingered, clutching to fleeting thoughts. Seemingly we place mental markers into the atomic structure of place; we slice a piece of our spirit and tuck it into the folds and crevices of the landscape to be returned to, recaptured and relived at some future time. We retain a piece of ourselves in the structure, time and spirit of place. We wander consciously, or by coincidence, colliding with these hot spots of memory and meaning.
It is through my journeys into the wild places of these isles I attempt to capture the places where the geography of landscape collides with recollections. This may be from the top of some rock strewn mountain, or journeying the twists and turns of a sylvan valley. I hope to find where memory combines with the momentous actions of geology, merging 'metamorphically' into the bouldered landscape, where the shape of the land and thought are seamlessly fed into our unconsciousness. To places where an essence of our passing is retained. Waiting, like a word poised on the tips of our tongue, we search for these memories as if looking to Distant Hills.