NANIGRADDON//ABOUT//CV//INSTAGRAM//SHOP
rain and moving landmarks - the golden spike is pond mud
Gaps to fill and cracks that form, I wiggle and squish my feet into the mud, trapse dirst across floors.
I can throw out all my ideas they are caught by the manicured ground.
I sit in the manicured mud it holds space for me.
A relationship to land through the mess of construction, mud, concrete, plastic, clay, documentation, and categorisation.
Sitting in and amongst the miss understandings of place.
packaging - connections between the repetative production of objects and my percived want or need of things - by commodifying human needs I can compartmentalise my personal resposibiolity to those around me - so that they can be opened by no one specific.
