Jane Mason - February 2017
In February 2107 Jane Mason was at 2 Penrhiw for a 10 day residency. Whilst deepening into articulating her own practice, she also shared time with members of the village as part of a connecting and making process.
“Mostly I’m thinking about what it can mean to be with someone. To giving attention to each particular process with a person and seeing where it goes. Taking proper time to listen. Bringing a focus to the body perhaps. Being responsive to possibilities, trusting in the idea of possibility that connections can and will come. Something could go further than might appear possible at first. But it’s here in these spaces, in these places of discovery with someone that I like to be. It’s scary too and it’s hard to explain what might happen. Time and again I struggle to describe it. But I keep asking myself the questions around how and why, and who I am through all of this, and it keeps me here.”
Letter to the cottage (sent by Jane Mason 8.3.17)
Thank you fire, chair, bed, blanket, hot water bottle, window
Chord from the light, reminder of a distant home
Preparing to leave
Casting a net over moments caught
Supermarket café, choreography of shoppers through the panoramic aperture between two spaces
Stirling in the moonlight - Timeless
Teddy folded, squashed inside the coils of cable, pushed hard under the chest
Daring to touch each other
Water pouring out of the land - hands carrying
Late night man thinking about his funeral
‘Lambing is as close to birth as you can get’
Cold feet on stone, reposition sitting reposition sitting The Witness Tree - horses, outlaws, night into day
Horseshoe curves in the road. Valleys rolling. Medieval Castle, stonewalls stacked layered, angles over angles. Tower circle, winding staircase. Up down just me. No visitors inside these damp walls. Just me
Motorbike in pieces, over sloping grass
Hair splayed out in sundials
Guitar rock loud from the graffiti hole - Mouth and body mimicking sound
Black notes, colony of ants, pouring into the grand piano
Leaving a life behind - starting a new
Talking to people
Tremor of emotion - his every word
Love love for the animals
Reading to a child, missing mine
The gift of gingerbread
Time is what we have
And invitations to a possible other place
If only I could reach you
