ROBYN NEILD, Dungeness boats.
During the summer of 2017, I stayed on the estate of Dungeness. Every day I'd walk the length of the estate from my remote home near the nuclear power station to the bus stop and travel the slow one-hour to my studio and then back each evening. During these walks I'd pass one of the abandoned shells of an old fishing boat, the timber keel bone dry and sun bleached, and I'd admire it's graceful arching presence defying the harsh elements in a silent, slow motion destruction.
As I repeatedly made the journey, the idea of creating my own interpretation as a homage came to me, as a homage' a reminder, a tactile memory of my time in 'the fifth quarter of the globe'.