It is just becoming warm enough to swim in the sea. Although usually cause for happiness, it is warmer earlier every year. The ocean warms with salt tears but it is still too cold to swim for long. That part of the sea that accompanied us to shore dries to a tight crust of salt in the sun. Lips tingle, tongue thick with the taste of it. When we leave this room, the salt from our bodies remains. Two shores push back and keep us distant.
Two shores push back and keep us distant is a ruminative investigation into art making processes and experience, allowing for an experience of art which is embodied as well as analytical. The installation presents nothing but itself, resulting in a resonating silence, where once there was intent. The slow growth of the salt room speaks to ideas about time passing and a world changing, about ownership and belonging, the presence of something or the absence of something, of people being there, or of no-one being there. A body of water. A body in the water. A body without water. We have never been so thirsty.
Between the gallery walls, the slow growth of salt, and each individual experience of the work, meaning emerges and disappears. Meaning is continually created and negated. There is activity at the edges of this, where each personal and lived experience creates new meaning from the stuff that is left behind.