Lost in the Uplands

Biro on Found Plastic, 9 . 5 cm x 9 . 5 cm
2024

As I am lost up Tryfan, following game trails I mistake for pathways as the sun races me back to the ground. I am out of my comforted concrete jungles, out of controlled nature of paved pathways. In the chaos I found a semblance of peace, and as George Monbiot notes a "methodical clearing of the mind", though not achieved through meditation nor at sea, but from facing a 50ft rock face I would have to desperately climb down. Yet, as I scrambl through these 'wild' places, the corners of capitalism jar through as a small, white, plastic coffee lid glimmers through the undergrowth. The marks of our society and ourselves cover the earth.