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Retaining Not Knowing: Work in progress and work yet to be made

  ONE: A group of three modroc rocks. The face of the largest is shaped like a tarot card. There is a hole in the surface out of which grey plaster forms appear to have tumbled.   I struggle to articulate these rocks, what it means for them to be almost theatrical, like stage props for a community production. However, I have felt the need to work with my hands, to turn away from the digital, and be more physically present with and in my work. On the surface of the rocks, you can almost see where my hands have been, where the grey plaster has been wiped across before setting. The largest of the rocks is shaped in a particular way, an echo of blank tarot cards in another piece of work. Tarot, a form of divination. In the film the blank cards are being dealt and turned over. Outwardly, or perhaps at first glance, the cards appear to tell you nothing. In the case of this rock, I also think of blank stone tablets waiting for language to be inscribed upon them. The forms that tumble fr
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