took the canvas to the old roman quarry and slid down the slopes on it. Sometimes I slid on it like a sledge, others I attempted to ride it as if the canvas was some kind of snowboard. It was fun and an exuberance and sense of play rapidly infected my actions. The canvas picked up traces of the natural elements of the quarry (long since disused and overgrown with grass).The most prevalent pigment is that of the earth. It was raining and had been all day. Those areas used as paths (either by people or sheep) had become muddy tracks, and those areas where the gradient left the earth exposed were also muddy.
The rain tended to wash away the more ephemeral pigments and marks; sliding on grass wiped much of the canvas clean. The grass itself left little discernable marking. It was wet and therefore didn’t create the necessary friction to break down to release its pigments. It was tough grass on exposed hilltops, and not yet being spring the new sap had not risen.
As a mark making process it did however capture some of the momentum and motion of my interaction with topography of the old quarry.
The canvas acted as a physical mediation between my body (and its actions) and the landscape. Extracting a visual representation of this relationship and capturing it in a framed (literally and culturally) object.
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