Hanning
Start at the tangible point;
The earth beneath our feet
Curating a series of walkshops
Where land and people meet.
Enacting a process of coming together
Explore through reflection of doing
Assessing the lay of the land
Creating a space for reviewing
Outcome; a means for the process
An artwork without a design
Walking with no destination
Product; a record of time
The walking, the doing, the coming together
Through hands in mud we we start to find
the making, creating, the seeing, the being
We’re find ourselves now intertwined
Lingering slowly, stopping to think
working beneath open skies
No walls to limit our thoughts
Digging into the hows and wyes…
The documentor’s impossible task
Make a record that somehow is live
A loop with no end, a process itself
When you get to the end you arrive
The Collective Wye?
What happens when you get stuck only talking in questions?
Do you start to see everything in question form?
Is the whole weekend a series of questions?
Us: what if no-one turns up?
They: What have we got ourselves into?
We: How do you affect me and I affect you?
When will it start raining?
Which pub shall we go to?
What are you filming this logistical conversation?
How do we show the seams of the work?
How could we ever convey what happened here?
Why do some people like getting muddy and some people don’t?
Isn’t it weird how there’s so many connections between us?
If this mud were fake tan, what would its name be?
How do you morris dance in the woods?
And how does that song go?
What does it feel like to have antlers?
What kind of pasty would a forest spirit eat?
How gets the last 2 nut roasts?
Why do we cry when we laugh so hard?
Why do we laugh to cover up our uncomfortability?
Why don’t we laugh like this more often?
What is the line of uncomfortability?
And how do we cross it? When should we not?
How can a weekend feel like 20 years and also 20 seconds?
How did we build a history together?
How can we build a future together?
How do we combine what we know to all come out changed?
When we sidestep the patterns of our lives - what do we remember?
And when we all go home…will we forget again?
Haikus
That tree malarky/It’s just not for me you see/That were alight, that.
Laughter is language/ That is a fundamental/To connecting us
Why is forest school/an add-on taught on tuesdays/schools should have no walls
Adults know too much/always thinking they are right/know less, forget more.
Want to come and play?/Why do kids get all the fun?/adult forest school.
The Impossible Tasks
Guys
Name the wind without a body to reference it against
Name love without the people
Name fear without the monster
Make a film that isn’t a documentary
Make a record that is live
Make a document that doesn’t record
Create a thing that ecompasses the whole - but captures the parts
Communicate something that isn’t a representation
Mine
Keep it equal - but with disparity in pay
Make it collaborative - whilst also leading
Make it accessible - but on paths that just aren’t
Embed reflection - when there isn't the time
Be led by values - in conditions that don’t
Trust in the process - while the panic takes over
Gather the people - not knowing where they are.
Kenning Manifesto
Earth Painters
Clock Stoppers
Word Weavers
Root Planters
Question Askers
Attention Givers
Movement Manifestors
Earth Steppers
Tree Lovers
Bridge crossers
Muddy Mixers
Route Scouters
Land Foragers
Cloud Expanders
System Evaluators
Joyful Rebels
Cycle Sustainers
Forest Explorers
Joyful Wanderers
Playful Creators
Mycelium Spreaders
Future Makers
Task 1
I got dirtier
I stayed still longer
I laughed more
I was the moment
I was aware
I moved more
I had conversations about things I didn’t know about
I learnt things
I remembered things
I forgot things
I thought about:
Soil fake tan
Shadows
Democracy
How to unfix our thinking
How to unknown
Schooling
How humour and laughter can connect people
How to step outside our regular ways of being
How alternative ways of being are possible
The roles we play in groups
The necessity of all of the parts of the process
Energy
Play
Noting things
Morris dancing
Spoofs
Dyslexia
Touch
I felt energised
I felt content
I felt joyful
I felt connected
I felt playful
I felt that is was possible for things to be different
