skywritings

‘Say weather take this adult from its box’ (Robertson 2001:14) In those art practices that most engage me, there is always weather. An env...

Over the past three years or so, I have photographed this oak tree many times from the same position, tracking its changes and the shifts ...

It rained on St Swithin’s day, and it’s still raining dammit. It feels interminable, this slate sky, these misted windows. And this is summ...

'The sun. The desert. The sky. The silence. The flat stones. The insects. The wind and the clouds. The moon. The stars. The west and e...

Three animated maps: Firstly, an exquisitely layered visualisation of global weather conditions, forecast by supercomputers, and updated ...

SOMEONE SITS AT A TABLE, PLAYING WITH MATCHES, SEEING HOW LONG THEY BURN. A TV MONITOR GLOWS BLUE, ITS COLOUR CAUGHT IN A GLASS OF WATER ON...

'It was the high point of his morning. Change the canaries. Feed the mule. Stand transfixed for half an hour'  (S...

'Drawing figures, is figured. Drawing pulls, pushes, tugs, drags. Drawing is friction, gravity. Earth draws, is drawn, draws maps...