In my head was an idea, it had no form or sound, just an urgency to be born, delivered into the world to become a participant in evolution.
As I started to work, I used my hands and sometimes my head, conversations happened. The conversations shaped my first idea. Alongside there was administration, accounting and recounting and managing the work, this all caused mutation and sometimes confusion.
For 12months I have worked to make a drawing on the mountain. The idea began as image of transforming a black scar of eroded peat and making it white, all 70,000 square metres! Instead, with a huge amount of help I drew a line in felted wool 300metres long. Over 350 people volunteered their time and energy to make ‘a woollen line’. For the next 6 months I am committed to monitoring the line.
I have already had many conversations regarding this work and continue to do so; I have taken film and still pictures; drawn and made hundreds of metres of felted wool now I need to find a way to reveal what has not been heard or seen, what is essential.
Within this project connections were made, and continue to be made, and then get lost or hidden, can I reveal these connections, capture the fragile and exquisite moments that all too easily fly away, and then take them through another transformation to bring them into the world?