..to the Ends of the Earth
in the footsteps of my vagabond sculptor grandmother, Kathleen
In 1913 my paternal grandmother Kathleen
sailed to New Zealand to meet her husband Con, Captain Scott
returning from the South Pole.. only learning en route that he and his companions had died
Boiling with the same blood, a century on I too washed up on that same shore
Broken-hearted in the slipstream of a Peter Pan
Using installation, performance, casts of Kathleen’s sculptures, archive, moving images & sound
I am asking
What forms are left us by our ancestors?
What are we leaving the generations still to come?
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..to the Ends of the Earth artist’s film features creative sound editing by Sarah Gatter
Hear her here