When I was small, my Dad and I would walk together. We usually walked in silence and we mapped our progress in distance and time; independent of each other but connected by place and process. I don’t know why those ordinary moments were so special, or even if I want to put a ‘why’ behind the feelings I get when I think of them. Sometimes, its enough to enjoy an experience without defining it.
Ian McKay, Editor of Art North Magazine – ‘I’ve recently seen some new work that Lar‘s been developing with disposable plastics, and it really surpasses anything else that I’ve seen in this vein. Try and get a look at her plastic/kelp work. A fascinating kinetic use of materials that works on a multitude of levels. So much of what I see from a great many working with the detritus of our culture is pretty one-dimensional in comparison.’
