Now a chapter is spent with the completion of my Coventry ArtSpace graduate residency is complete - bar a last blog - I am looking at where I taking research to next and luxuriating in being able to peruse the internet for all the interesting things that I glimpsed as I flew over in pursuit of past work obsessions, deadlines and humdrum marketing responsibilities.
One of these treats is Tai Shani video interview about her meditations on ergot, wheat, ancient farming practices, feminism, witches and psychodelic intoxication at Serpentine Galleries: https://www.serpentinegalleries.org/art-and-ideas/in-conversation-tai-shani-untitled-hieroglyphs/ The alternating visions of google earth, maps, ergot infected heads of wheat, but not the arhythmic red, red waves lapping at the shore of affected consciousness, reminded me that I wanted to reapproach the work I neglected to finish on the boundaries formed where digital mapping photogrammetry joins images of the ground resulting in an imposition of virtual borders on land because it reminded me of the heady, again arhythmic, but this time because of the wind and not the sea - invisible wind can be seen in the play of crops - , bobbing heads of chrome yellow oil seed rape of that day we filmed with the aid of a bright pink rope where the false line fell on the land. Perhaps I feel something of the same alteration of consciousness. Perhaps I don't, nevertheless, I want to look at that again.
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