Two sets of banners; 'Onshore drift' and Offshore Drift'.
Exhibited at St Mary's Allotments Art Trail, Leamington Spa, 2021. Curated by artist and concealed curator Tammy Woodrow
I've been litho-curious for as long as I can remember. My current obsession with pebbles is fed whenever I go for a walk or visit a beach. I love finding fossils. The timeframes involved wherein life becomes preserved in stone is a deepness of time I find staggering. It gives perspective on my own being and provides a comforting sense of the persistence of life within the earth's systems.
However, although stone seems static it is far from still. The processes of stone death that we witness; the breaking down, wearing away and the pull of gravity, are usually slow enough to be invisible to us.
The larger images show a fossil in a flint pebble I found on Rye Harbour beach on the South coast. I casually turned it over, only to come face to face with a creature from another time, right there in the palm of my hand. The smaller images are of a flint I found in a field local to home in Warwickshire where I walk quite often. Flint oxygenates incredibly slowly. Preserving moments of fragmentation in the difference between its weathered, chalky shell and shiny interior.