I long for scenes where man has never trod, 
     For scenes where woman never smiled or wept; 
There to abide with my Creator, God, 
     And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept 
Full of high thoughts, unborn. So let me lie,  
The grass below; above the vaulted sky.

John Clare 1793 –1864 from ' I am '

This is a series about place and memory.

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I have started to make little sketches of textures when I am out with my cameras, the pattern of soil, the marks left by rain, woodgrain and rot, rust, concrete, broken tarmac, grass and leaves. Each specific to that place, each evocative of that time. I want to try and gain a better understanding of my relationship with what I see and the feeling that it evokes. These sketches have then started to become part of that work, insertions and intersections, patterns and textures. I try and create a sense of that place, that time, that a photograph alone can't convey.
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I think this speaks somewhat to memory, Clare's longing for 'scenes where man has never trod' is akin to how I wish my experience of 'place' to be, my selfish want to simply have it to myself, unspoiled and uninterupted, all unatainable because man's footprint is almost everywhere. So my memory of that place becomes idealised, romanticised and shaped to better suit my purpose.
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All of these images are just notes, all taken just a moment from my front home a Fenland Farmhouse sat on fractured Fenland soil. Soil reclaimed from nature and broken into for agriculture, scarred with drains, ubiquitous poles and lines, a flat flat land where dead straight roads dissapear over the horizon and the East wind cuts right through unhindered.
John Clare was born near here and it wasn't until I moved here a fewyears ago that I realised the influence this landscape had on his poetry and perhaps eventually, his state of mind.
Thanks for taking the time.
Jevon
Cambridgeshire 12/2024

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