"This is the camera I’ve got in my hand. This is the landscape. And this is what they can do together."
For Edie Evans, it’s about shifting proximities. Shifting the proximity of her camera to the landscape, the landscape to the studio, the artist to the academic institution, the student to the maker, the maker to the teacher. The Freelands Studio Fellowship has opened a new mode of enquiry for Edie: "when these things are placed in proximity to each other, how can they react?"
Edie described her studio at Swansea College of Art as being on ‘the edges of’ things. Existing on the edges of an art school in a building encased in a city that sits on the edges of the sea. The studio was about a 15-minute walk to the coastline. This was a journey she took daily: from studio to sea. Edie kept returning to the coast’s edge to study the erosions that generate frighteningly complex structures out of the rock.
"The cliff face is the point where the edge of the land meets the edge of the sea," she says, "and that’s been a testing ground for me."
Sea swimming presented another edge point for Edie: there’s something weirdly ecstatic about jumping off the edge of a cliff face into harshly cold water below. Through her daily activity, Edie created new conditions for these edges to meet. These meeting points are where her work is generated from. Her practice investigates the continual merging of environments: land, sea, studio, body.
When I speak to Edie, her studio is filled with things gathered from the landscape: found objects, naturally sourced clay and forms of plant life that have been tied up to dry. There are great piles of textiles stained with natural pigments, some stretched over tables and others hung casually against the studio’s perimeters. Works exist everywhere in various stages of development. A smorgasbord of ideas in progress. Her studio intimately holds her relationship to the land by holding safely onto these materials she goes out to gather and bring back.
During the fellowship, Edie engages in a daily, repetitive practice of working her body into beds of clay she digs out from the earth: another meeting of edges occurs as the edge of her body is pressed to fuse with the edge of the clay. Edie keeps the shapes she produces. This growing collection of shapes resemble fleshy excrescences, shapeshifting and mutating forms that each house the residue of a unique bodily interaction. Touch has become integral to her practice as a neurodivergent artist. The messy indents on clay, the stray threads in her sewing, the finger smudges on ink are firm embraces of earthly materials. These corporeal connections are a grounding practice where she is held by the land.