Disintegrating with age, each fold of the chalky surface gave way. Yellow, orange, and white. Paper pollen on fingertips.
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Friday, 15 July 2011
Tuesday, 21 July 2009
ArtsComplex Show
George's Imprint
The house was the last standing of what was once a busy herring fishing port on Islay. Over the years it has been a source of inspiratio n for much of my work. Left empty for the past fifteen, it has sat alone on the exposed coast slowly weathering away.
On the verge of collapse, the house was recently demolished . This rubbing is an attempt to record and preserve a small piece of it. One final intimate act and conversati on between us. But like the house itself and the memories associated with it, the image is fragile and fragmented .
This piece will be showing during the ArtsComplex launch exhibition this month.
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