Threads of Perception

Drawing the tactile and sonic encounters on Romney Marsh together is like a process of combing, weaving and knitting the threads. It forms a fabric that is alike to none, just as there is no other place akin to Romney Marsh. Opening with train wheels grinding over old rails, the piece wanders into a shifting perceptual field: shingle underfoot, sporadic birdsongs across distances, stranded outsider colours, the vanishing line where marsh meets sea, and into the indefinite waters beyond as perception gradually zooms outwards. It is a journey from the tangible to the indeterminate. Weaving perception, breathing threads. What began as human ends as water.