Stonehenge, Summer Solstice 2021
'Surrender, South Wiltshire! You are outnumbered. I have you surrounded. For at my back is every Byron boy that e’er was born an Englishman. And behind them bay the drunken devil’s army and we are numberless. Rise up! Rise up, Cormoran. Woden. Jack-of-Green. Jack-in-Irons. Thunderdell. Búri, Blunderbore, Gog and Magog, Galligantus, Vili and Vé, Yggdrasil, Brutus of Albion. Come, you drunken spirits. Come, you battalions. You fields of ghosts who walk these green plains still. Come, you giants!'
Jez Butterworth, Jerusalem
I have been working on a project that I have come to call Union for around five years. As a Scot of Irish heritage living in England, I have felt the division of the people of these islands. This work is an attempt to heal those wounds in myself by communing with the land and it's ancient spirits.