A site responsive project.
An open space,
free from white walls
A living and breathing work
There is a house I see on my walk that I take most days, which is positioned next to the tramline. It catches my eye because the doors are painted a nice mint colour. Standing on its own plot of land it is much grander than the other terraced houses. I look at it because for a moment it takes me back to another time. One day, I noticed outside the house a table with some chairs propped against it so the rain would fall off. The chairs were the type you would find in a school hall. This small detail, took me to another place…
A little cottage.
Four windows face out, one door at the side, two rooms seen through two of the lower windows.
Inside, the ceilings look low, I might have to bend a little to get in, like Alice did.
A fireplace in one, in the other a place to prepare, to be busy.
Scattered shadows, a bit of a staircase leading us upstairs.
A bed, a chair, two perhaps. Comfortable, useful, necessary
Tidy and neat, tucked in the park at night,
Winds circulate around the house grown out of the earth
A face at the window, only for a second.
Did I see one?
An inhale, an exhale.
A hair across the face kind of a breeze lifts the washing high leaving shadowy shapes on the ground. With each lift of air, dust is swept away.
The chime of a bell, or maybe something other.
Visiting school group with the art work