“At the hour of dusk you sit at your foxhole and look out on a wide river turning pinkish red… and you are filled with a hard, aching love for how the world could be and always should be, but now is not.” Tim O’Brien
In this work, fragments of the letters of WW1 soldiers are distilled into sparse poetry, accompanied by photographs of weeds and wildflowers gathered in Suffolk and North Essex a century later. Voices from both sides of the conflict describe moments of transcendent connection with fragile details of a landscape cut through by the trenches, “these thin lines of turned red earth in front of us”.
Turned Red Earth bloomed as a large-scale, public art installation on Ipswich Waterfront in October 2018, as part of the SPILL Festival. It has also been published as a limited edition artist’s book and set of prints.