Developed as a narrative series of three collages, the book is intended to document changing relationships between space and people and the new ways we are experiencing interior and exterior landscapes during a time when movement is restricted to the local and ideas of value are re-examined.
I’m locked down in the Olchon Valley, Herefordshire – focusing on the environment, responses maybe drawings, photographs, paintings – and writing – and may be sound –
I’ve just become more aware of all sounds because of such peace.
Fiona Kam Meadley
Some Things Can’t Be Photographed
As I’m quarantined to home and garden for 12 weeks…this is my sacred space. I’m documenting the details of activities undertaken to fill the day, taking sequences of photographs of three projects.
In contrast to these Instagram style photos, the forth piece is a list of words, acknowledging emotions that swirl around at night.
I returned to South Wales last summer. The COVID-19 lockdown allows me to further re-connect with the area I left as a child. Regular one-hour restricted wanders are documented with the Ordnance SurveyApp and a Fuji instant film camera and iPhone. Mapping files and Instant photographs will be digitally collaged, but much like our future the precise outcome is unknown.
“Early one morning, any morning, we can set out, with the least possible baggage, and discover the world.” Thomas A Clark
Thankfully lock-down hasn’t prevented walking, but merely meant changing our approach to it. Sunrise is one of the day’s best moments to experience – even if the sun’s obscured by cloud. Short, solitary walks around my small garden have become part of my daily practice. Over the weeks as flowers emerge and bloom, I look, admire, photograph. And accompanied by bird song and morning scents, write a haiku
Outdoor Space has become more sacred during lockdown as have people’s lives and deaths. Also, relationships between people and places and time and distance have morphed into a new world with unexpected possibilities.
I can imagine my two metre radius circle as a laboratory from which I can explore, alone and with others, the interface with this changing world.
Instead of walking the Camino I intent to walk my land, my home, myself. The starting point will be my log cabin and a wooden box . From there I will expand out into my local environment and contract back to the confines of my box.
I plan to use what is around me in my studio and home to explore and record the environment in which I can walk during this period of lockdown – so roughly 30 minutes walk from home. I hope to capture the energy of a place and explore how my home is part of this place.
During this time of enforced lock down there has been a shift of daily routines and regular structures which have now begun to fragment and dissolve. This momentary pause in time has allowed a focus on ways of seeing new enchantments.
Valerie Coffin Price
‘Light arrives, and leaves. Colour is reflected, or absorbed.
Objects are collected, or abandoned.’
Colours are everywhere. They’re in all things, seen only through the agency of light.
It is said that the light is clearer this year. Certainly colours seem brighter, more lucent. Whether this is due to the lovely weather, or to improved air quality I don’t know.
On my walks I find myself focusing on the brilliance of colour, its relationship to form, how it is part of the material itself and not divisible from it. The intensity of colours in nature, the sky, the grass and vegetation, the flowers but also manufactured colours.
So I have been collecting them.
Walking for me is a catalyst for the imagination…..space to walk is space to think. I am interested in the unnoticed and ‘lost landscapes ‘ the hinterlands and borders that I discover in my garden the landscapes I find two meters from my front door!
As the need to rush around diminishes and we now queue to go food shopping and queue to pay, everyday tasks take longer. I enjoy my daily walks down to the River Avon to observe the wildlife and the arrival of the house martins, cuckoos, peewits and curlews. Spring arrives and the wildlife are becoming more daring as they are masters of the landscape and people are confined to their own homes. I love the quiet as we are near the M5 and now we can hear all the birdsong.
I live in Stroud with a Lancashire Heeler. She has muted the pain arising from the absence of physical human intimacy.
In the beginning there were no words. But there was an early morning walk, a repeated daily circuit that embraced the Hawk’s Wood, the bird song that spilled out and into the sky to join the rising larks.
One morning, sitting on a wood’s edge log, a meditation on abundance was added.
Stilled and earthed, words began to come and were logged over six days in May.
Slowly it has felt safe to venture further afield and to craft poetry and to share.
Our little place in the world a few weeks into lockdown was quiet and peaceful with daily life falling into a pattern uninterrupted by the usual demands, noise and distractions of everyday life. We found ourselves settling into a new rhythm centering around close family, exercise, walking, creativity, planting up the veg patch, cooking and jumping into the new online realities of Zoom teaching. It took a little while, but a steady studio practice with the possibilities of change had become the clear goal for me.