(Above) Eight 2.25m towers with phosphorescent concrete tops. In the darkened space a sound recording taken down Taylor’s Shaft plays: drops and gurgles from the flooded mine.

I am going to edit this post a bit more later, but for those who have been in touch wanting to see the work but being unable to make it, here are some images. The opening showcased a few pieces; the residency involved far more…!


50cm high towers in another room sit in a ‘landscape’ of flour. Made up of 7.5 billion specks, there is a piece of flour for every member of the human race.

Mylar blanket, the same area as the largest room, is raised up by rods the same height as the ceiling. On the walls are screen-prints of sinter from Tywarnhayle.



I have been working with dark light and white blackout. A frustrating day in which, on reflection, I have been asking the wrong questions.


I am drawn to the idea of work becoming one through joint interruption of the space. A dialogue through inferred (compositional) connection.


Rudolph Laban


Alfred Watkins




Started the day with Besh O Drom: Ayelet Chen, ending it with Keith Jarrett: The Survivors’ Suite.