Notes from January’s visit #2:
Everything moves here. Everything does move. The wind moves the sky. The tides rise and fall. The river fills and empties. Flow and antiflow. The surface of the water churns. Birds in the sky. Planes in the sky. Boats. The sun comes out. Everything changes. Shadows change, colours change, the shape of everything changes. Everything is changing all the time.
Notes from January’s visit #1:
26th January, 11:01am, somewhere near Hale, by the water, tide out, mudflats, reedbeds, wind, sunlight, high blue sky.
Silverygold, metal eggwash yellow, stippled and striated, sheet, melted light, tidal light, liquid light, low, expanding, flow, surface, covering, the wind makes the light catch and quicken, quiver, in everything. Sand; light. Reeds; light. Water; light. Notebook; light. Everything is moving, vibrating. A huge energy. Something beginning.
Everything moves in this light, but especially at ground level: flow, surface, tremble. Reeds dance. A melted liquid canopy. Duck bill sharp: an edge, but a soft edge, but bodied, solid. Something with weight pressing down. It is drifting. Falling. Enveloping.
A new sense of space.
Next week I’ll be back in Merseyside, seeking out the light, me and my notebook and the camera, blown in the wind up and down the coast. It seems incredible that it’s already a month since I started, and already my notebook is full of words, images, thoughts, ideas, and attempts to describe Merseyside’s mercurial light. I’ll be sharing things here over the coming year, as well as on the Fevered Sleep website. Keep in touch, and let me know if you’d like to take me for a walk and talk about the light…