Nearly dark at 4pm and the mist is enclosing. Alone, in the snow on a frozen creaking upland dam, I stamp and crawl and polish the black surface to test its strength. It is a new piece of work – a video series entitled ‘Exercise book’. I am writing on the ice by running and sliding across the (hopefully) deep dark matter, through the snow.
“An expression only has meaning in the Stream of Life” Words in themselves mean nothing at all. Like an organism from which all the water has been removed. If we define water as a material, then so too is language. It is immobilised, unable to be used or understood, until it melts, and flows and makes marks, makes meaning.
Wittgenstein, L A Memoir Oxford 2001 p75