Summer Ritual II
Engravings on sunglasses,
5 hilltop walks
2 : I was accompanied for three out of five walks around the crests of Marseille. This was after the first two solo adventures. Someone had pointed out to me that I shouldn’t wear sunglasses that were too scratched because of the intensity of the UV rays that could leave an imprint on my iris? I think that’s where the idea came from to make prints in the lenses of a different pair of sunglasses for each walk I took. POTLATCH If someone was wearing them, then they could see the view from the top of the mountain. Puget or St. Cyr for the rest of their lives. It was rendered useless as a keepsake. I was accompanied by a total of four different people, I made an open call from my Facebook after the second attempt ended up being much more dangerous than I had imagined. Although I started walking at 8am, I spent a good four hours in the August sun, making every drop of sweat evaporate. I was about to have a panic attack in the middle of a desert plain when I ran out of water. A similar case of water shortage occurred on the third walk, one of the other walkers I had never seen and could never have imagined outside the urban setting. He had not brought water, socks, food, underwear or a T-shirt, I might have respected that look if he hadn’t brought half my bottle and food.
Ritual d'été/Summer Ritual
Every year for the past 6 years, in August, I carry out a series of actions that
confront the human position to live daily life continuously
as a tourist. There is an auto-biographical base that retraces my
feeling of being perpetually caught between two identities and generally
the complications of having emigrated from the UK. These actions are
often aware of the specific geographies of my environment. The
The first three actions were specific to the South of France.
Summer Ritual of the actions of the last five editions, which included, between
other, the demand for sunglasses in bars and restaurants in the south of the country.
France with a French phrase book. Getting lost under the scorching heat
and make engravings of the landscape to make sunglasses. Take
photos of the British flag carried as an accessory. A song about
soils in different countries and of course the tanning tattoos of French words made in Whitley Bay for ArtHouses 2018.
Rituel d’été/Ritual Summer Ritual
Chaque année depuis 6 ans, au mois d’août, j’effectue une série d’actions qui
confrontent la position humaine à vivre continuellement la vie quotidienne
comme touriste. Il y a une base auto-biographique qui retrace mon
sentiment d’être perpétuellement pris entre deux identités et généralement
les complications d’avoir émigré depuis le Royaume-Uni. Ces actions sont
souvent conscientes des géographies spécifiques de mon environnement. Les
trois premières actions étaient spécifiques au sud de la France.
Rituel d’été des actions des cinq dernières éditions, qui comprenaient, entre
autres, la demande de lunettes de soleil dans les bars et restaurants du sud de
la France avec un livre de phrases en français. Se perdre sous la chaleur torride
et faire des gravures du paysage pour en faire des lunettes de soleil. Prendre
des photos du drapeau Britannique porté comme accessoire. Une chanson sur
les sols dans différents pays et bien sûr les tatouages de bronzage de l’année
dernière de mots français faits à Whitley Bay pour ArtHouses 2018.
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