Wild clay
Trudging through a moon scape at dawn wearing my moon shoes
I am drawn to the pink clay
I am bleeding
Earth blood
Last night I slept on clay under nearly full moon. I dreamed I was lying on different clay in a different time, and it swallowed me into the earth.
12/06/2022
To gain a further understanding of the materials I use, I walk out along the beach past the edge of the town to where the landscape becomes wild, where walking becomes a slow clambering over boulders. There are plateaus of cracked dry clay that go on for miles, the clay is pink, grey, blue and yellow and it crunches underfoot. I feel like I’m in a desert, in the wild west, apart from the sea, my constant companion rushing in and out beside me. I find a plateau where the clay is flat and relatively smooth and put down my sleeping bag, I am covered in sea salt and grey clay dust. As I snuggle down into my sleeping bag the moon is rising, it is nearly full and it’s giving so much light that it could almost be day. I fall asleep to the sound of owls and the sea. The clay seeps into my dreams. My body feels broken, beaten and I am lying on clay, the clay draws me in, and I sink into the depths of the earth, it feels cool, heavy, dark and wonderful, a release from my body so that I am earth and earth is me. Delight in the materiality of the world. After waking I start to walk back the way I came, along the clay. I pick up a piece of pink clay and put it in my pocket.
Durational sculptures, 2021
