The Open and the universe
The year has thinned to its closing chapters. Early this morning the moon formed its thin crescent low in the east. A liminal time, a time of respecting the lost knowledge of our pre-colonial past, and a time when we humans need to learn that love should not be exclusive, that we desperately need to love our other than human neighbours as ourselves, because truly we are of the same stuff. < I have decided to enter 2 works into The Swansea Open at the Glynn Vivian. One piece called Craig gigfran, was made in response to a walk myself and fellow artist Eleanor Greenwood did a few weeks back. There is a hidden valley behind the mountain we live on, it has largely escaped the industrial extraction of coal and minerals elsewhere in the area, and retains its ancient hedgerows and small field patterns. As we walked away from the forest plantation on our side of the hill, Eleanor pointed out the top of the mountain and explained that it was named in welsh after the presence of ravens, ju
