I noticed this lump when hanging the washing out a few mornings ago-  it could be residue from fireworks that my neighbour set off the night before. Somehow, it had attached itself to the line, presenting itself to me ~

The idea of unmaking, of undoing, has become key to my practice -
this lump takes this further, into a sphere of 'non-making' which I suppose is essentially documentary? & yet, the 'making' of an image is a process in and of itself - albeit, even if that image was taken digitally.

Regardless, simply noticing this lump was a breath of fresh air

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