2019. Found items, Exhibited at Fringe Arts Bath. Bath.

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This is the unsung song of a shabby coat draped in trailing cobwebs, bizarrely found underneath floorboards, a remarkable shed door, a 1950’s shrouded mannequin with tumultuous snail shell eyes … and the heart of a man who grew strawberries.

 

This is the unsung song of an enchanting bungalow ensnared in a tangle of bindweed and nettles, awoken to a new day as the gentle hands of a digger scrapes back the earth, uncovering curious bones, iridescent fish paste jars, intriguing entities and deeply heart felt, for surely lost, a mans flat cap … eerily silent … entombed… inexplicable.

 

It is all fantastic and strange…

 

‘Go on open the door,

Even if there’s only the darkness ticking,

even if there’s only the hollow wind, 

even if nothing is there, 

Maybe you’ll see a face,

or an eye,

or the picture of a picture,

Go open the door.’

 

- ‘The Door’ by Miroslav Holeeb