Climbing Time Digging Light:
Archive
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 , Climbingdigging.wordpress.com
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
Really like the proposal, Bec
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)
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