Nancy Pilkington
Grief at Dawn
As vessels carry food, ash, water - words carry a past. Through both these mediums I wish to call upon
an urge to lament something discarded. Whether it be gathered fragments, outmoded objects or poetry without origin. In the re-emergence of these lost relics, I hope to harness a collective sea-space; where borders, individual-communal, past-present-future, are permeable and unfixed.In this warped oceanic commons we begin to reckon with shared wounds, still haunted by the sea’s propensity to forget.
