Measuring Shatwell’s tempo Using threads of strings, our own bodies In this repetitive measured dance, profiles arise The more practice, the more accurate the hands get Four of them follow the same choreography Surveying piano piano the sheet Some be good, others not, only the paper knows The harvest of… Read More

At Shatwell Farm, the adventure began with a meticulous task: measuring, surveying, surveying… Under changing skies, with gale-force winds, sudden downpours and the occasional ray of sunshine, we stood outside with my comrade Michael and our sketchbooks, loose leaf and mechanical pencils in hand, ready to capture the site. It… Read More

Nestled in a terrain more familiar with cows than people sits a farm, an archive, a collection of buildings with ambiguous use. Upon arriving, two capture a fleeting moment of attention, drawing our eyes through their axial alignment. The first, the work of architect Hugh Strange, acts as our ‘entry’,… Read More