Shelter. (an ongoing project)
Drawings and Model
2022-

Perched atop steep, pure-white cliffs of chalk, a wooden structure sways ever so slightly from the gusts of wind coming from the salty sea below.

On windy days, a faint whistling can be heard, accompanied by the sound of the thick curtains flapping against the now petrified timber, mimicking the galop of horses. Or, is it the Exmoor Ponies hurriedly approaching to take shelter from the fast approaching clouds making their way to shore.

Every year the shelter appears to creep closer to the edge, with only the sailor’s rope reigning it to the land.
Over the decades, wandering souls have left what can now be called a curious collection of objects inside the hollow spaces lining the walls: miscellaneous items, from books to unlit matches, mugs and weathered cots have been left here, as if hoping the next visitor would find a better purpose for them. Some upper shelves, however, have been taken over by brave Red-billed choughs, which have returned to the area after 200 years. Their thick nests made of the local vegetal ecosystem, hold not only unhatched eggs, but shiny trinkets, left by the transitory folk.
Whilst the birds have grown used to people being around, it has been a long time since anyone has been here. The growing fauna is testament to that.

During every rain shower, the long trough levitating up above the side of the shelter descends at a snail’s pace as it is filled, counter balanced by the walls holding the objects. The ponies, now used to this routine make their way to the shelter, enjoying the welcomed break from their grazing.
” (To be continued…)