THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT

Dungeness is a premonition of the far North, a landscape Southerners might think drear and monotonous, which sings like the birch woods in Sibelius’ music.  From my home I can see the sun clamber out of a misty sea.  It wakes me through the bedroom window and then stays with me all day.  There are no trees or hills to hide it.  When it sets over the flatlands in the west I sit and watch it on a throne-like chair I rescued from a rubbish dump.  I never miss the setting sun, however cold the weather.

Jarman/Nature, 1994