Today I hand in my box to Judy Thomas to send to Japan. I have perhaps wandered off task and created something unexhibitable.
The box contains something(s) collected from the beach, A memory – in the form of the poem below and an artwork – a series of printed transparencies, which might work together or might be separate items. They record the presence on the beach of the items collected but also their existence as transparent, see through memories, already only leaving a trace. They are not very aesthetic, don’t really relate beyond my act of collection, but can still be triggers for my memory, which through the words and images could be communicated to others or trigger memories in them.
things left on beaches
are warp and weft
time weaves people in fabrics and spaces
a pair of trainers
worn and punished
he swam out with the current and back with the wind
a half tennis ball
batted and dog torn
rain stopped play and tide took his wicket
frayed rope end
severed in a storm
boat lost the mooring and beached in the creek
hard plastic mesh
from a shattered creel
under the deck the eel lay dying
The layers together and held against the light.