The latest project TRACING TIME, LAYERING LANDSCAPES will see the OMHS Collective expand with the addition of Thomas Vassaux (MA) exploring landscape through concepts of mutability, time, place, aeolian processes and Deleuzian meanders. They will visit landscapes inland and coastal, interacting with the natural and man-made environment, reflecting upon their observations and experimentation through discussion and artistic outcomes.
The landscape has many layers both natural and man-made, there are tracks and trails to be followed physically, conceptually and emotively. Time – past, present and future, mingles; objects can be conduits to events real or imagined; we wonder about relationships between the rocks and the trees, the voices on the wind or in the call of birdsong; how communities of flora, fauna and man communicate and co-exist in rhythms not always consciously detected but in which we take some part.
Tracks, Trails & Treachery Around The Loch
Sharp, slicing wind, augury of life or death; piercing silver shards of hail & sleet; dazzling mercurial glints on the water, an iridescent glaze over inky indigo & payned grey; bitter though not twisted is the wind so tread carefully travelling to & fro
A benign woodland trail created for the Queen they say, by the deer some say, by the very elements it could be said; buffered from the brumous portents of the skies above & the loch to the left barely glimpsed through pine, bracken & heather, yomping onward out of arboreal protection into a frontal assault , the refrain setting a lively, tingling rhythm
Nerves jump like the nimble footwork required on granite sets, treacherous from the mutable waters running freely or freezing & coating with ice; water undifferentiated, existing in a state of continuous potentiality, follow it’s example, whole body engagement required to navigate the her & now, what was just now & what could be now
Deer tracks, insubstantial yet clearly defining passage, precipitously flanking foaming waters; not much survival chance to fall, to slip & slide & slither & tumble & bounce & launch airborne into the stygian depths where cold penetrates, saturates, subdues, numbs & encapsulates. A dead stag spotted; washed up against boulders on the shoreline, belly bloated with gasses not grasses, did he slip or was he pushed? This is still life, a still life, there is still life in him
In March 2017 the Collective visited the Burton Dasset Hills Country Park, Warwickshire and then in June to Formby Point, Sefton to play, test out ideas and explore thoughts for a larger project.