Given the recent referendum result voted for by parts of the U.K. and the ensuing anxiety of the population at large which includes participants from both sides, it struck me that there are similarities with the aftermath of earthquakes and other landscape upheavals.
I connect with the landscape and its changes as part of my work. Can any solace be found by looking at the after effects of the earth ripping itself apart? Obviously time plays a healing part and like the body’s skin, new magma fills the gaps of the wound if it’s that kind of earthquake. If not, huge gaps remain dividing communities and families.
This metaphor is at the forefront of my thoughts having recently spent 5 weeks in the north of Iceland being surrounded by these potential forces.
Maybe it’s too soon for reassurances and we have to confront the set of changes were living in. Anyone familiar with history though might feel a growing sense of disquiet.
I’d be interested to hear what you think.
Image Landslip (watercolour)