I have been looking for a place to set out a pebble labyrinth. One look at my category cloud will tell you that the concept of ‘local’ is important to me, both in daily life and in my art practice. It is all about integrating within my immediate surroundings, and becoming just a part of the movement.
That’s why, a couple of days ago, I went trotting off to Northam Burrows (called the Burrows because of the number of rabbits living there). It was a bright winters day, a strong wind making it bitterly cold.
I cursed the length of time it took to get dressed up warm, find all my bits of equipment, and get out, but once out, I relaxed. I squinted up into the bright, clear air, as a flock of dazzling birds drifted by. Down at my feet in the muddy grass was a cluster of white feathers from a recent kill – all around, light was glinting in water and a million blades of wet grass. Blasts of wind coming off the sea made my face ache.
Yesterday was filthy weather – darkness and heavy rain, so I stayed indoors all day. But today was brilliant – sunshine, quiet, no wind. Perfect photography weather, though I took no tripod – I hate carrying those things around.
Found it! Now to start planning… but when to do the job? Tomorrow, I am going on a birding trip, and who knows when tide and weather and circumstances will be just right again. I will check the tide tables, check the weather forecast, consult my assorted labyrinth diagrams and search out my favourite ball of string that I use for measuring….