Using a bag of unwanted matches left by a previous artist, I traced a fragile contour line across the cliff by the Baletic Sea - shaped by the wind, the uneven surface, and even ants climbing over it. As the wind blew parts of the line away, I felt a strange calmness in the imperfection and disruption. It reminded me of how lines in landscape, like in life, are always shifting, shaped by forces beyond our control. For the ants, this line became an obstacle or a path -something to navigate. This process made me think about topography, boundaries, and how landscape, both physical and emotional, contour us.
7 September 2024
I did 'the contour line drawing by matches' with everyone (human and more than human) at BKN