Waiting for the King Tide
Like Sounds of the Outmarsh, Waiting for the King Tide is an ‘on-the-point-of collapse’ event which relies on the interconnectedness of its materials, site, and viewers’ amended behaviour to exist and function. Viewers’ behaviour quickly changes to take account of the work's fragility and precarity as well as to the real possibility of damage - both human and non-human have the capacity to damage the other, and be damaged. 

   This work reminds me that I am connected to the wider world - my body is not simply IN space but lives and inhabits it in relation to the world.  
What comes to matter in this work is a sense mutuality.

The single willow rods in this work, gathered from the coastal marshlands of Lincolnshire, are bound together with ‘life-boat-orange’ builders’ line. They are tightly anchored to the metal rod (or rather held in place by forces of compression and tension) to achieve a temporary balance. I want to communicate something of the understanding that all matter, human and non-human, needs to be resolutely tethered to survive the constant friction and drag of the ebb and flow of the twice-daily tides of the sea.  

The top-heavy form of this work is extremely unstable. It is supported precariously by the thin and delicate lower parts of the single willow rods. I particularly enjoy the tension of opposite forces working together to create a temporary state of equilibrium. This, as well as a ‘palpable precarity’ contributes to the work’s sense of movement and change. In their singular form the willow rods are flexible and easily breakable but together, united, they become tougher, resilient – impossible to bend or snap.

The accidental drawings created by the liveliness of the willow successfully carry the eye above and beyond human scale to trigger new connections between the work, the building, and the viewer. Their lightness and triviality and even their delicacy are the very things that give them worth. In their compelling and vibrant reach, I discover a renewed awareness that gravity’s irresistible pull on all things effects and connects human and non-human without prejudice.​​​​​​​ 
Ephemeral material from Lincolnshire's wetlands present themselves boldly, even shamelessly in the monumental space of the deconsecrated St John the Divine church. 
Heightened by the building’s vast stillness and silence, the more-than-human remains engaging, timeless, and as uncanny as ever.

In this unique setting, I am reminded of an inspirational quote from Simone Kotva,

 ‘What the spiritual life makes­ possible is not the surrender of the body to spirit but rather the surrender of the spiritual senses to the material - this is theological recognition’.[1]

[1] Kotva, S. An enquiry Concerning Nonhuman Understanding - The Understory of the Understory (5th & 6th December 2020) <https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F38PBMuSg5I&ab_channel=SerpentineGalleries