Lockdown has messed with my temporal universe; at first the days seemed to stretch out like a piece of elastic, the hours poured into each other. I wandered off the footpaths that lead from my house... exploring this burgeoning, new world unfurling on my doorstep. I collected stones from the beck, plants, seeds and leaves. I photographed every occurrence. The kitchen table slowly disappeared beneath a mountain of special finds - jam jars filled with natural inks, feathers, bones, string, pebbles, piles of broom flowers, maple leaves, dandelion heads...I was lost in the essence of colour, how it stains and spreads out like capillaries or root systems, how it chemically reacts to vinegar or copper or the addition of rust.
A rusty scraper head, beck pebbles and water, acorn ink and mould, gorse flower ink, comfrey ink.
Now the days have started to speed up and I can't seem to slow them down. I've stopped taking photos, I've stopped collecting sheep's wool or nettles or dandelion stalks. I've stopped making marks on paper. Here are some of the results:
gorse flower ink, Artle Beck stones, acorn ink.
Dock leaf, herb Robert, horse chestnut, Rose leaf, dandelion leaf, maiden's hair fern