Charmouth: a place of hourly changes- a place where clays move from cliff to water before one's eyes. I work regularly here- using its generous supply of pigments. More than 320ft or 1,000 tons of cliff fell down a week before Christmas. I decided to begin this new year by returning there- the crowds of fossil hunters had already left by then. I took with me work made between 2000 and 2013...just to see how the changes prompted me to use them. In some cases the old 'breathes through' obviously- in others the orientation changes or a colour or form in the image finds a connection in the landscape and a re- working begins. All the new marks are placed upon a foundation made of the stuff of the same place and that feels good.
CHARMOUTH WALK 4
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