"they walk my fields"
A photographic project told from the perspective of Cleggs Farm itself, giving the land a voice to reflect on its own history. I chose to have the farm narrative because the land endures beyond any single generation, it witnesses change, holds memory, and remains constant as people and animals pass through it.
By shifting the voice away from myself and toward the farm, the work explores belonging, time and the quiet permanence of places, focusing on the traces left behind rather than the individual who leaves them.
This project is available as a publication which uses RISO and digital printing, alongside this it also has diary entries from the farms perspective telling its history through the years (1939-2025).
17-09-1942
The wind carried a strange quiet today, not the peace of rest, but the pause before something changes.
A young man arrived at my gate today, his boots still dusted with the road and his eyes older than his years. He is the nephew of my keeper, came from the city to stay through the war.
Yours truly.
