Wasteland\ Installation
“Who is the third who walks always beside you? When I count, there are only you and I together But when I look ahead up the white road There is always another one walking beside you Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded I do not know whether a man or a woman —But who is that on the other side of you? What is that sound high in the air Murmur of maternal lamentation Who are those hooded hordes swarming Over endless plains, stumbling in cracked earth” T.S.Eliot Extract from the Wasteland “This decaying fabric, this unknowable terrain has become my biography, the euphoria then the anguish, layers of memories colliding, splintering and reconfiguring” Laura Grace Ford in Savage Messiah The ghosts of our lives haunt the long-abandoned ballrooms of the past, the hotels gone to seed, the docks and the river that continues flowing with the rust and the detritus of ages beneath its waters; vestiges of thoughts gone holding still to their memories. She hides from out of site but always sees