When time felt out of rhythm, like it was spiraling out of control, plans halted and travels abandoned. Life no longer seemed embedded in any ordering structures or coordinates that would find duration. I looked to what I knew were constants. The eternal rising and setting of the sun. The cyclical phases of the moon and the movements of the tides. Recognising if I abandoned my timetable and returned to that of natures, I could then begin to navigate new journeys.
This performance took place between low tide and sunset. Building 9 monument plinths that gave a nod to those that held great Greek statues. As each sand plinth was built I walked up the beach to a blanket and drew coordinates of the tidal shift. On each blanket was a transistor radio with a pre recorded voiced tidal charting. As each of the 9 radios were turned on there became a soundscape of chanting. Until it reach the moment when the tide collapsed the sand plinths and the sunset.
Supported by Fingal County Council