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I began today to record the drawings I made during an annual gathering of charcoal burners (Charfest) two weeks ago and the camera still smells of smoke. Smoke flavoured the 3 days and its lingering presence conjures the event powerfully. Another sense came to my notice: touch. When 'harvesting' the charcoal from the Ring kiln and Earth Burn there were no gloved hands. Direct contact seemed to give both pleasure and a means of gauging the quality of the product. Skin was becoming blacker and blacker through sieving and bagging with bare hands.
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