SONG OF THE GRASS. cliff and beach material with animal protein (rabbit skin size) on hardboard.
Elisabeth Bletsoe's poem: Votive's to St. Wite is delicately and densely shaped by the stuff of history, legend and lansdcape of St Wite - anchoress at Whitchurch Canonicorum near Charmouth. Those of you who were able to come to our shared event at The Russell Cotes last month would have heard her speak the words. I asked her to hand-write the text for me to take to Charmouth. I've variously buried fragments within the work I made there. They appear like the edge of a partially exposed ammonite from within the Green Ammonite Mudstone I was mixing. This particular section of the cliff was so clearly informed by the prevailing wind- so much so that it seemed to me the wind made visible.
the fragment (below) of the poem is embedded here
on this the coastline's
highest point wind bent
in on itself in the
shape of a thorn
do you want to hear how it feels?
the song of the grass rattle
of sea-pinks' dried calices
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