GROUNDMOUTH
GROUNDMOUTH started murmuring unknowingly 5 years ago between allotments when me and artist Harry Martin started huddling around dye baths, sharing skills, spinning flax, getting enthralled about trash and loosing ourselves down Wikipedia worm holes.
Gradually something gathered momentum, and in 2024 our collective practice of sound, sculpture, psychogeography and craft took a body in the dream realm of ‘the field’ residency and named itself GROUNDMOUTH…
Follow our wanderings @groundmouth
And our most recent project ‘STOMACH OF SILT’ and exhibition at @gloamgallery in partnership with @haarlemartspace , Curated by @stuburkeart.
Grout grid of hedgerows
My refuge of wilderness
Vetch, hawthorn, wild rose
Dog shit, toad flax, mugwort
Vape, tampon, teasle
The warehouses stand
Where the mills stood
Where the wheat fields stood
Where the woodlands stood
But my'word don't the jittys glitter some days