The Ancient South Downs Way,
dragonflies and butterflies abound.
we walk beneath the hot summer sun.
I am drawn towards a thing, I walk over and pick this up.
Curious, I feel the metal object’s weight as I change hands and alter my grip.
We shelter beneath a small tree with plump buds and small flowers, I love this tree and the respite from the stifling heat it gives us.
In the studio I continue to feel this thing.
Uncovering a bright metal core, a jewel from out of the rough.
I refer to the nature studies of Da Vinci.
Then place small flowers in a vase on the workbench.
Drawings clarify what I feel beneath the surface,
Digging deep whilst retaining the authentic object nature,
removing without detracting.
I am negotiating the terms to engage,
my part in the physical conversation through this object emerges.
The queen of a chess game,
a piece not to lose,
this one was found (or perhaps reclaimed).