I’m maybe interested in creating a moving image version of The Pond called – you guess it – The Field. The interesting thing here would be, rather than finding nature in the urban, finding the urban in nature. As the field is – aside from being quite a weird place – away from settlements, that means the intrusion is going to be harder to find – no litter or knives in trees. BUT, there today, the intrusion was sound – you can hear the M5 from there, which I’d never noticed. Also planes, helicopters, and the sound of heath users – the RM, mountain bikers etc. So rather than look for natural sound, look for dissonant sound. 

The Field is weird, but actually what I’m looking for this time isn’t narrative – it’s visual form. To an extent, when I visit places like this – as with the M5 bridge – I’m going for the same reasons I visit a gallery (aside from getting the inspiration of a meeting of minds). I’m looking for formal fascination, beauty, sensory experience. It’s another kind of fantasy, another kind of play. Not separate either from the fantasy of childhood fiction and horror, another kind of escape, but again an imaginative interaction with environment, adapting raw material, inventing. So choosing one particular place, the approach, the enclosure of a gallery space, it kind of makes sense. So not a documentary exploration of space, a sensory one, an abstract one. An adventure. Placemaking.