From days visiting the Tate on Millbank in London come memories of the work of Richard Long. Enigmatic strings of words in Gill Sans, perhaps a photograph - all that remained of artworks that consisted of using his feet, and walking. Later work became more tangible, geometric and gallery-friendly.
Over at the Guardian is a fine introduction to Long's peripatetic work, recognised as being at once conceptual and unpretentious. This can be ascribed to (literally) grounding his work. However, it is more than this - it is his respectful uncovering of the Englishman's primitive connection to the land and the marks made on it, whether through labour or ritual.
An architectural inspiration.
snippets as life files/flies past
the low profile i keep
some immediate thoughts
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