‘making/marking vegetal time/space’, shown at ‘Spoon’ interim show at RSA, 17/03/2025
various dimensions; pallet structure: h240 x w100 x d28cm, print A1
pallets, dried plants (various), charred tree segment/stump, print on recycled brown paper using home-made charcoal pigment (charcoal, gum arabic, water), rye and wheat grass home-grown in compost, charcoal pencil
Installation shot of ‘making/marking vegetal time/space’
Close up shot of charcoal writing
Close up shot of charcoal writing and dried plant materialsClose up of dried home-grown rye grass, and charcoal writingClose up shot of ‘desir(y)e path’ as part of ‘making/marking vegetal time/space’Close up of home-grown clump of rye/wheat grassClose up of stump with ‘desir(y)e path’ in a sun spotClose up of charred stump, with visible tree rings and medullary rays
Close up of stump print, homemade charcoal pigment on brown recycled paper, A1
Close up of stump print, homemade charcoal pigment on brown recycled paper, A1
Extracts from ‘making/marking vegetal time/space’ - some are diary entries, most are automatic writing.
“21/11/2024 1 month of rye. I planted the rye on my 25th birthday before the sun rose. I don’t know what time it was (when I nor the rye) were born.”
“15/03/2025 The wood grain either allows or resists being marked by my writing so it has a say in what parts of the story are told, what parts are visible.”
“07/11/2024 I was carrying my gleanings home from a trip, and there were seeds attached to the plants I’d picked - these spread through the train carriage I was on and through the station, attaching to people’s clothes. They probably hated it but didn’t say anything, and some unknowingly walked off into the distance with seeds stuck to them, dispersing them into their own lives/gardens.”
“09/10/2024 As a neurodivergent person, one particularly odd thing I experience is a profound deficit in my sense of direction. People often talk of having a mental map, or being able to orient themselves in space... I don’t know if it’s the dyspraxia or attention-deficits but I often don’t know where I am. I navigate based on the routes I’ve learnt after endless repetition, slowly carved out over time like unrelenting water droplets hollowing stone. If I move off the path I know, I’m lost. Leaves, roots, branches are like maps, incomprehensible to me.”