Modern Wayfaring, Ongoing
Left viewRuminations on modern day wayfaring (NX 040 from bay 016), air drying clay and found pottery, acrylic on wood, 2025Right view
Modern wayfaring is sitting on the bus between London and Bristol on the way back from your visa appointment. The NX 040 and it’s 7 oclock so it’s full and your 6 pound 50 is seeming not so worth it stuck next to the nervous man in crisis, who smells quite a bit. You’d like to talk to him see if you can help but you know your stuck next to each other for the next 3 and a half or 4 hours so you don’t. Because awkward silence is better than the unkown conversation of those potential hours. You have the window seat so you look out of it - seeing the horizon distort and shift, prying itself from the curve of the earth falling to the side of the road - along the double yellow line. The only consistant monemuments in modern wafaring are not towers, hills or churchtowers but the faces of the other travellers stony and impassive beneath headphones and flickering phone light. The new landmarks perhaps more impassive and unmoving than the old. You dont meet people as a modern wayfarer.
Sketchbook page on the vestige to modern day wayfaring, 2025Unfortunate man next to me on the NX 040, ink and coloured pencil on paper, 2025Light across my lap on the NX 040, ink on paper, 2025View of the new horizon out the wondow of the NX 040, ink on mountboard, 2025Man on the train - doing work on spreadsheets, mixed media on paper, 2025Sketchbook page with Hockney copy and allegra sleeping on bus, various meduims on paper, 2025
Static Puppets, 2025
Traveller woman, air drying clay and broken plug, 2025Monk static puppet under lamp, air drying clay, 2025 Virginity demon, air drying clay and wax, 2025
Static puppets made at moments of emotional intensity from the last year. Often they do the thing i find so enchanting about puppets - become vessells for the bits of me I’d rather keep separate or purge.Jar hiding man, air drying clay and acrylic, 2025