Materiality Is One Thing, But Substance Is Another
Some days I look through photographs I have taken and they seem to assume the form of an unruly herd of sheep. I am the sheepdog driving them to a distant pen over the hill, but they are having none of it. They spread out this way and that, bunching and straggling inexplicably while I dash and harry. I snap at their heels because some instinct of mine wants order or direction but just when I seem to be getting somewhere a group breaks away and makes a run for it and that herd-shape and the sense of purpose that goes with it, is gone. Faint dog whistles in my head drive me on then fade and I stop, puzzled. What am I doing? The sheep seem to know where they are going, after all. Better maybe just to watch them. Then a thought occurs: maybe the sheep are leading me…..?