'A pilgrimage is a search for knowledge, a search for becoming. And pilgrimage begins also with longing, longing for deep connection. It invites and involves a new vision through seeing, unravelled in our ancestry' (Sharon Blackie, 'If Women Rose Rooted', 2016).

Arriving in Denmark for the third time means I have experienced all four seasons here. The cycles of nature and all its elements, feeling a part of the rhythms of the land is a call that reaches out. Through being in touch with the cycles of the earth, I feel a deeply embodied sense of belonging to the land.

I want to gather it all up in my hands.

Denmark, specifically Tolne in Northern Jutland, brings me access to somewhere where I can feel the earth. There is a wild mystery which makes my heart sing. A call that launches me on my journey.

New possibilities are created by surrendering to uncertainty. This throws me into my starting point, being on an island surrounded by edges becomes a state of mind. Edges are transitional places and are therefore the best places to create something new. My heart gives out along with creating a path on the edge, overwhelmed with wildness. Its my own heart that is drumming yet listening. I can hear a long slow heartbeat. I can hear breathing stop is it mine or the earths? It feels alive and I am alive within it. I am alive and wandering through it.

Shape shifting – becoming the land and the wildlife all around into the land.

Cyanotypes

Exploration of using cyanotypes on the shoreline of Hirtshals. The paper collides against the sea, crossing the possibilities of what is behind and what is held of (in the future) in front. The end, beginning. Some pages tear and some fly into the air. Representing the laborious journey I’ve been on and felt in the environment, hurling over edges and embarking on a new path, new marks, making sense of the old.

Movements of the mist on the tips of the waves, the ebbs and flows of the tide fall and spread onto the cyanotype papers. The damp sand leaving it's impressions.

Photographs from leaving cyanotypes in the sand (a performance)

Listening to a new call, hurling over it’s edges, plunging into it’s ground, it's a place to dig deep. Embarking on a new journey makes sense of the old. It transpires to be on an edge.

Right now my feet are firmly planted in the land. And I must remember how this feels. I want to remember all senses and my eyes opening wider.

And I want to feel it all.

Journal

Becoming The Land

Cyanotypes