A work in progress
I have always been a collector of things, especially old, discarded things. When I was about ten, my parents dug six foot drainage trenches, and I spent days down the holes, collecting the pottery and clay pipes and old bits and pieces. I loved the connection to the past, to others who had lived in the house, to 'the fragmentation and dismemberment that are the natural destiny of all things' (as Jaris-Karl Huysman says).
But these things, and the process of hunting for them, is not just about the past. Will Viney (see https://narratingwaste.wordpress.com/) writes about them having a lure that hints of a possible experience of being, one of connectedness, where time is more circular, where it is possible to sense the universe of matter swirling in and through us. It puts us in our place in the world, and connects us to others past, present, future. As Will says, "The magic, telling and evidential status of waste is … because it has entered a peculiar form of time, one that emerges out of its status as a 'had-been', a remainder or trace of action whose relation to the past is suspended in its presence, making its presence, its actual being or 'reality' shot through with an absence that animates it as a thing that has come to be by having been".
Our garden here, steep as it is, is a cascade of bits of pottery and glass and metal. While rebuilding the terraces this year, we buried down into three middens, unburying enormous numbers of fragments of plates, knives, forks, pots, pans, shoes, guns, children's toys, fire grates, bottles, jam and marmalade jars and tea pots. I have collected all that we uncovered (more remain), and thanks to some neighbours, have been given the use of a barn up the road to lay them out and work on them.
One of the remarkable things about this line of inquiry has been how many people have started bringing me objects that they have found. Since pre-historic times, people have exchanged fragments, often fragments standing for the complete object, to 're-presence' people and places related to the objects' origins in other places. The archaeologists have called this 'enchainment'.
I was lucky enough to receive R&D support from National Theatre Wales' Waleslab to develop my work with the 'trysor' in April 2015, and it has since then evolved into a major line of inquiry. See more about the project on the 'Digging Down' page.
Symffoni Bethesda: Offering (Afon Ogwen Remix)
For an installation/performance at the River Ogwen Festival, I'm experimenting with hanging discarded and lost objects found in the river next to the sculpture park site. Conducted as an archaeological dig, I'm recording the process of collecting, sorting/cleaning/categorising and displaying the objects. On the day of the festival (5th October 2014), people were invited to take any objects that appealed to them. On the day, more than 40 objects were removed. The dispersed collection is recorded with details of each of the 200 objects collected, together with a note of their fate (taken, washed away, left, thrown back in the river). Everyone who took an object gave their name and had a photo taken of their hands with their object. The objects, used, discarded and now wanted again, went onto the next phase in their lives: a little pottery ear was to become a necklace, bricks with holes in them to become gate weights, a broken plate to be used to feed the chickens, a shard of pottery to become the basis for a children's story, and some of the old twisted chicken wire was to become the manes of an enactment of the Trevi Fountain horses.
Next step is to write up the project, to decide what to do with the remaining objects, and perhaps to follow up the new lives of the taken objects in some way, as a dispersed collection, perhaps?
While on a residency in Cornwall, I found traces of artists previously in residence, as well as older traces in the old midden behind the house, and created a few quick pieces of work...
A work in progress
I have always been a collector of things, especially old, discarded things. When I was about ten, my parents dug six foot drainage trenches, and I spent days down the holes, collecting the pottery and clay pipes and old bits and pieces. I loved the connection to the past, to others who had lived in the house, to 'the fragmentation and dismemberment that are the natural destiny of all things' (as Jaris-Karl Huysman says).
But these things, and the process of hunting for them, is not just about the past. Will Viney (see https://narratingwaste.wordpress.com/) writes about them having a lure that hints of a possible experience of being, one of connectedness, where time is more circular, where it is possible to sense the universe of matter swirling in and through us. It puts us in our place in the world, and connects us to others past, present, future. As Will says, "The magic, telling and evidential status of waste is … because it has entered a peculiar form of time, one that emerges out of its status as a 'had-been', a remainder or trace of action whose relation to the past is suspended in its presence, making its presence, its actual being or 'reality' shot through with an absence that animates it as a thing that has come to be by having been".
Our garden here, steep as it is, is a cascade of bits of pottery and glass and metal. While rebuilding the terraces this year, we buried down into three middens, unburying enormous numbers of fragments of plates, knives, forks, pots, pans, shoes, guns, children's toys, fire grates, bottles, jam and marmalade jars and tea pots. I have collected all that we uncovered (more remain), and thanks to some neighbours, have been given the use of a barn up the road to lay them out and work on them.
One of the remarkable things about this line of inquiry has been how many people have started bringing me objects that they have found. Since pre-historic times, people have exchanged fragments, often fragments standing for the complete object, to 're-presence' people and places related to the objects' origins in other places. The archaeologists have called this 'enchainment'.
I was lucky enough to receive R&D support from National Theatre Wales' Waleslab to develop my work with the 'trysor' in April 2015, and it has since then evolved into a major line of inquiry. See more about the project on the 'Digging Down' page.
Symffoni Bethesda: Offering (Afon Ogwen Remix)
For an installation/performance at the River Ogwen Festival, I'm experimenting with hanging discarded and lost objects found in the river next to the sculpture park site. Conducted as an archaeological dig, I'm recording the process of collecting, sorting/cleaning/categorising and displaying the objects. On the day of the festival (5th October 2014), people were invited to take any objects that appealed to them. On the day, more than 40 objects were removed. The dispersed collection is recorded with details of each of the 200 objects collected, together with a note of their fate (taken, washed away, left, thrown back in the river). Everyone who took an object gave their name and had a photo taken of their hands with their object. The objects, used, discarded and now wanted again, went onto the next phase in their lives: a little pottery ear was to become a necklace, bricks with holes in them to become gate weights, a broken plate to be used to feed the chickens, a shard of pottery to become the basis for a children's story, and some of the old twisted chicken wire was to become the manes of an enactment of the Trevi Fountain horses.
Next step is to write up the project, to decide what to do with the remaining objects, and perhaps to follow up the new lives of the taken objects in some way, as a dispersed collection, perhaps?
While on a residency in Cornwall, I found traces of artists previously in residence, as well as older traces in the old midden behind the house, and created a few quick pieces of work...
Transfer
The first (of 10) wheelbarrow loads move from our garden to the barn. It felt somehow 'bad' to be removing the hoard from the garden to another location, but the opportunity to view the hundreds/thousands of pieces in one place was too good to miss.
2014
Unload
Unloading the first lot of stuff
2014
Unload (ii)
Self portrait, with metal and slate hoard
2014
Sugar Rush
Four jam and marmalade pots from a collection of about 30
2014
Freudian self portrait
2014
Untitled
Plate fragments, old window from Pen Y Gwryd
2014
Last supper, by Hannah and Charlotte
2014
Golchi Llestri
Installation with plain white fragments (washed and unwashed), 2014
Golchi Llestri (detail)
2014
Digging Down: Installation
More trying out of installations - combining geology, cuckoos and trysor
2015
Digging Down installation
2015
Digging Down Installation
Trying out some different installations, with the trysor, in the barn, in the lead up to my National Theatre Wales R&D Week
2015
Digging Down Installation
Trying out installations, combining trysor with paintings and argraffnodau...
2015
Digging Down ... the Dig
2015
Leather Treasure (wear marks)
2015
Traces: Everyone who has ever lived here
Just three families lived at Coed Gwydr from 1871 - the 1980s. Continuity was through the women of the household.
2015
Is There Something in Numerology?
2015
Something magical
Trysor, argraffnod (Craig Yr Yndeb), Pobl
2015
Now I wish I'd been more scientific
2015
Looking out, looking in
2015
Fi, me, heddiw, today
Installation in the barn (time does not exist)
Or, dS > 0
2015
Spring Bed
2015
Spring Shadows
2015
In memory of Ellen and Owen
2015
Peid
2015
I have an old nail in my hand (ii)
2014
Cataloguing finds for Symffoni Bethesda: Afon Ogwen Remix
Installation and performance piece as part of Cylch Cerflun Sculpture Circle, at Gwyl Afon Ogwen River Festival, Bethesda
2014
Symffoni Bethesda: Afon Ogwen Remix
Installation of categories: Domestic, Children's, Green, Electricity, Yellow
Symffoni Bethesda: Afon Ogwen Remix
Installation of category: Red
Symffoni Bethesda: Afon Ogwen Remix
Flood remix
Symffoni Bethedsa
Layout of finds, categorised and catalogued, ready for the taking
Photographing one of the takers (Lucas)
Dispersing the collection: takers
Ariel with find number 15
Edison with find number 156
Judith with find number 149
Arta and Lauren with find number 29
Gwilym with find number 41
Lucas with find number 13
Just the Latest in a Long Line of Artists
Found objects and board, gathered from within 100 paces of Brisons Veor Artists' Residency, with envelopes.
2015
Skirrid (Church to the Unknown Artist)
Installation with glass from midden, Brisons Veor, Cape Cornwall
2015
Found objects, Assynt, Scotland
2015