As part of my research towards exploring the Landscape and how I could influence/change it, I decided to explore an unknown region to me to see how such an experiment could influence myself and my art. Around two years ago now I had my dad drop me off in moorland of which I'm unfamiliar with. He did this around 7.30-8 AM. It was around winter time, possibly January-February. The temperature was unbearably freezing and the fog was so thick it was difficult to see further than a few feet.
I was dropped off at the top of the moorland and had to make my way back using a map. The further I travelled the moor the wind dropped and the air warmed up.
After a while I felt the map wasn't helping as the fog was too thick. The way the land had formed and with the fog thick on each side of me I was forced to choose one route down. Being forced in one direction with the eeriness of the fog and lack of wind made the whole process feel almost dreamlike. I feel like the 'dreamlike' feeling I had was satisfyingly captured in the photographs which taken.
After around an hour of walking the fog lifted. There was a few signs directing me in the right direction, however they were still hard to follow. I eventually came across the cairns you see above. After following these cairns which sprawled across the landscape I eventually did find my way to more familiar land. To find these markers on the land was a pleasant surprise and further pushed the notion that this peculiar experiment I had taken was incredibly dream orientated.
I had initially intended this walk to change this land as I passed through for my own artistic gain. Once thrown into this scenario I couldn't help but just take in the amazing walk I was part of. Discovering this moorland and being part of this experience ended up being more important than what I had initially intended to achieve.