There is a cemetery half way up the side of a valley in Sth Wales; above it is a mound. Walking along the top I discovered circular formations of stones – places of ancient ritual maybe. The Medieval Bards, poets and storytellers, used to place a stone on their bellies for inspiration before they wrote. I began to think about the power of ritual and story-telling, and that it’s all ‘just a story’.
As I began to explore stone and skin, the living and non-living, I was drawn to the lively, liminal world between these forms. The strange shaped gaps offered spaces I wanted to occupy – silences imposed by others; disconnections between inner and outer worlds; challenges to binary systems; the richness of in-between.
