Route: Totnes to Dartington via Riverpath
Duration: 1 hour 30 mins
Time of Day: Midday
Speeding Van: A van came speeding up the high street and I had started to cross. Something snapped in me and I slowed right down, holding my ground and walking steadily across the road so the van had to slow down, I stared at the driver in the eyes and gestured he should slow down. He gave me the finger and swerved round me accelerating loudly so I yelled and gave him the finger back. I was furious. He had come out of nowhere, speeding up a gentle road, full of pedestrians with hardly any room to walk on the pavement. Wanker.
Lucy Lippard: I try the Eskimo custom she describes in Overlay. I'm walking the emotion out of my system along the path of the river. "The Eskimo is given a stick, the point at which the anger is conquered is marked with the stick, bearing witness to the strength or length of the rage"......I'm still holding my stick when I arrive home........
Goethe: I try looking at the trees in the way I have been taught by a lady called Liz but I'm too riled to connect with any deep observations.
Erased: My reflection appears rubbed out in the river. I have drawn this in many ways, I feel this in many ways. There is a point when a woman is virtually invisible. I can feel myself becoming erased. And so the rage rises again....
Loneliness: I feel incredibly lonely. I have an image in my mind of a film still. It's a pioneer woman walking with her back to the camera towards a tiny cabin, the cabin is set in a huge panoramic plain. In the town or city we are witnessed on a human scale, the collective witness of society. In the country (or wild) there's an enlarged sense of self observation. Maybe even the potential witness of nature itself, God, the Sublime, the supernatural, whatever label it has it is less contained and tangible which makes it more disturbing.
Duration: 1 hour 30 mins
Time of Day: Midday
Speeding Van: A van came speeding up the high street and I had started to cross. Something snapped in me and I slowed right down, holding my ground and walking steadily across the road so the van had to slow down, I stared at the driver in the eyes and gestured he should slow down. He gave me the finger and swerved round me accelerating loudly so I yelled and gave him the finger back. I was furious. He had come out of nowhere, speeding up a gentle road, full of pedestrians with hardly any room to walk on the pavement. Wanker.
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| From Ollie's sketchbook.. to the man in the van. |
Lucy Lippard: I try the Eskimo custom she describes in Overlay. I'm walking the emotion out of my system along the path of the river. "The Eskimo is given a stick, the point at which the anger is conquered is marked with the stick, bearing witness to the strength or length of the rage"......I'm still holding my stick when I arrive home........
Goethe: I try looking at the trees in the way I have been taught by a lady called Liz but I'm too riled to connect with any deep observations.
Erased: My reflection appears rubbed out in the river. I have drawn this in many ways, I feel this in many ways. There is a point when a woman is virtually invisible. I can feel myself becoming erased. And so the rage rises again....
Loneliness: I feel incredibly lonely. I have an image in my mind of a film still. It's a pioneer woman walking with her back to the camera towards a tiny cabin, the cabin is set in a huge panoramic plain. In the town or city we are witnessed on a human scale, the collective witness of society. In the country (or wild) there's an enlarged sense of self observation. Maybe even the potential witness of nature itself, God, the Sublime, the supernatural, whatever label it has it is less contained and tangible which makes it more disturbing.
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