April 29, 2019

What would our ancestors think if we could ask them?

Linus Rowe, 23

My work is about the presences we can feel when we immerse ourselves in a landscape – about the uncanny and eerie feeling when you find a ruined stone farm buried in pioneer woodland, or sit near a standing stone, or find a piece of old pottery on the beach; all of these experiences and others like them can throw up the shadow of some forgotten ancestor. You can feel almost as if someone is there again, just for a moment or two. These fleeting moments can feel beautiful and desperately sad at the same time, and I wanted to make a piece of work to reflect on those moments.

The title of my work comes from a line from John Milton’s 1634 work Comus:

‘A thousand fantasies
Begin to throng into my memory,
Of calling shapes, and beck’ning shadows dire,
And airy tongues that syllable mens names’

Of Calling Shapes
Graphite, charcoal, and ink on hand-bound paper
105 x 148cm