'It is precisely universal gravitation that makes the skills of the acrobat or aerialist both possible and meaningful.
The levitation of our dreams confirms the gravity of our wakefulness.'

Having just read this quote from an extract of A Pentagram for Conjuring the Narrative by Hollis Frampton, my attention was drawn to the entrance of the room, just below the apartments electrical fuse box. A pair of opaque brown lizards - who have been keeping me company most evenings this week - became entangled in a vertical bout of coital chase. The slightly smaller male seemed to latch its mouth on to the females neck or shoulder area, if these physical distinctions are made for lizards. Attempting to hug his body close to hers, the male is slowly eluded by the calm female, who moves in sporadic circles, away from his hind advices - always maintaining a counter-clockwise direction. The two freeze in motion, a ritual is quickly becoming apparent. The male's tail begins a side-to-side swipe motion, which is broken down into individual jumping frames, as if being manipulated through a projector whose spools are not working fluidly, instead strobing every second beat. Around and round they go, gripping toes to painted wall, resistance against plopping to the ground. Eventually, after thirty minutes of close scrutiny, I leave the room, turning the lights off as I go. I suddenly feel embarrassed for my prolonged eavesdropping.

-Extract from Bastard Gum: On the Nature behind Species, 2010.

The project Bastard Gum begins with a recital of the perambulations of a botanical investigator who 'no more knows his destiny than a tea leaf knows the history of the East India Company'. As he searches out the archival remnants of the extinct Commidendrum rotundifolium tree of the island of St Helena - charting mineral monuments along the Water of Leith, and delving into the hidden tombs of the Royal Botanic Garden Edinburgh - the narrator contemplates the repercussions of imperial expansion and its manias for 'wonderfully curious little Flora'. Journeying along the defunct Eastern Trade route to question the paradoxical urge to conserve endemic plant species from the threat of natural invaders, whilst building an airport to force a self-sustainable future of tourism on this “fragment from the wreck of an ancient world”, the white-suited individual aims to speculate on the ingrained ties of imperial hybridisation.

 In the Briars, colour polaroid, 2009

Pouncey's, colour polaroid, 2009

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