IN ABSENCE OF INTERNET:

If you’re reading this I haven’t got any internet connection.
It happens with increasing regularity out in the fields where
wires are subject to heat & cold & vegetation & telephone
exchanges are either so far away or old-style-slow or, in
our case, all of the above.
During this lull in direct communication I’d thought I’d prepare
something inspired by that kitten & ball of wool they used to
put up on tele when the broadcast broke down or the picture of
a girl writing on a black board with some weirded out padded
creature in the background – this is my weirded out creature.

I wanted to tell you about an exhibition Kieran Evans & I
attended this week, a small, low-key installation that is likely
to be one of my favourites for the whole year – ESTUARY.
Located on two floors within the Museum of London down at
Docklands in a building that reminds me of the old malting’s
warehouse where we used to hold rehearsals in early 80’s Cardiff.
Lots of heavy timbers & the great sound of wood underfoot,
exposed brick & the smell of coffee.

Twelve exhibits in all, twelve artists who have documented
their relationship to the Thames estuary. Think of this as a
parallel to the Outer Edges film Kieran & I made, beautiful
photographs of Edgeland places (I’d buy them all!)
images of found discarded things reminiscent of the diary images
you find on this site, large paintings of desolate places found
along the Thames foreshore & (my favourite) a photo journal
in the form of a slide show & pros, documenting 36 days spent
living on one of the old fortresses out in the Estuary – a living
poem to the joy of isolation & the rhythm of decay & objects left
behind by previous occupants – the beautiful marks we leave for
each other to find.

(K)