Jane Perryman: Fixity and Flux − Meditations on / in Time
7:15 am December 20th, 2018: A lone figure walks across a soggy meadow in Suffolk, just before dawn. She waits under an oak tree and records:
Bands of broken cloud,
She returns to the same spot a little later to greet the rising sun as day breaks. She breathes in the fresh, chilled morning air, absorbs the scents and sounds as night turns to day and the sun makes a dilute appearance. She takes photographs looking out at the low hill that rises in the east and makes word drawings, capturing the moment, imprinting it on her experiential memory.
Peach Orange Apricot glowing
Contrails like shooting stars