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A coat to wear in the landscape.
I painted the material for the coat by writing, over and over again, on wet fabric, the names of the wild flowers I’d found on the site in their common English names, their Welsh names and their Latin names. The words ran, disintegrated, they were obliterated, they disappeared, just as the people who lived and worked on this land over thousands of years have disappeared. Their names, all memory of them, has vanished, just like my writing.
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