the field labyrinth is formed
It was incredible looking back at how quickly the labyrinth came into reality. It took three days, from discussing it, doing some sketches, and mowing it into existence.
A year before I was still getting my bearings as I wandered back out into society, after barely being in public. I had to go back into hospital for a month for a final treatment that was hopefully going to help me return to health.
A year later I was out on a field with a lady I’d just met bringing a labyrinth to life. The joy of being outside upon the land, surrounded by trees and birds and sounds and smells of life and freshness after corridors, needles, beeping machines and plastic pillows.
The two of us went back and forth, with a hand-held mower, a rope, a drawing and tent pegs. The field had been rewilded with chicory, wild carrots, dog daisies and grasses, so that where we mowed a path appeared in between the walls made of these plants.