There was something about the way we stood, in complete darkness
– engulfed in it.
Quietly, we counted down the seconds until an image would emerge. Meditative in the counting. Present in the creation of an image or non-image. The world stood – the image is still. We use time to co-create something that doesn’t resemble anything in particular, but instead presents us with the conflict of time itself. It moulds the matter into a form. She whispers, “How many seconds was that?” Light seeps through the cracks of the window frames. I can’t see anything, I can only hear the alchemy of the tray moving back and forth. We wait to see a glimpse of something…possibly nothing. She flicks the switch and the soft presence of an image is shimmering. Ghost like.
Permanently engraved – frozen in time.
Precarious Nature (Capturing a matter so precarious: The age of making in the Anthropocene), 2021, 61 pages, 14.3cm x 20cm, First edition of 5 copies. Construction: Printed by Bookworks, London.
The paper used in this book utilises algal blooms from fragile marine areas.
Digital Archive of sounds recorded are Here.
Precarious Nature, 2020, Audio Visual HD, 15.12min