Climbing Time Digging Light:


 A gathering of images, words, sounds directly and indirectly associated with climbing and digging. An archive of associated symbolism in the material objects  and related physical actions. The archive will emerge from  a collaboarative   trawling for philosophical, theological, scientific and day to day knowledge  from diverse personal, cultural and theoretical interpretations.

In 2014  I  began a collaborative blog ,

Research proposal

How a Cornish miners perspective of experiencing the manual labour of digging and climbing relates to Judeo-Christian iconography or existential philosophical questions. Then at the socially polar opposite how related metaphors  used in different contexts far from manual labour

Portfolio of related work

Below is a Showreel of extracts of  work related to Climbing and digging. A theme that has returned to my work over the years. Go to link to see further related works

3 thoughts on “”

  1. Those masterful images because complete
    Grew in pure mind, but out of what began?
    A mound of refuse or the sweepings of a street,
    Old kettles, old bottles, and a broken can,
    Old iron, old bones, old rags, that raving slut
    Who keeps the till. Now that my ladder’s gone,
    I must lie down where all the ladders start
    In the foul rag and bone shop of the heart.

    (from ‘The Circus Animal’s Desertion’ W.B. Yeats)

  2. Theres an Irish expression about ‘any man can dig a hole’. Something about being busy for the sake of it. The idea is to dig for a reason.

    That said, I like digging just for the sake of it. I loved watching you dig. Very satisfying

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