An Oxbow Lake

'When looking in onto the fields and trees that blanket the countryside it is often hard to see anything there at all. It exists as a constant unchanging space that is worked and shaped by agricultural hands over time, so slowly that it is hard to see that anything is changing - just hedgerows, fields, scattered houses and meandering rivers. Travelling through it is repetitive and banal but within it stands our legacy with the environment and our relationship with the landscapes around us.

As a child your relationship with the landscape feels strong and present, you do not question the varying ways in which space and time overlap, twist, interlink and expand through your interaction with them. But as an adult this sense of place becomes distant and time feels much more of an enemy than an ally, your relationship with it frays as you fear to be sidelined as a spectator outside of it. It’s a burden you then bring to the landscape and one that you carry with you. But through all of this comes the ability to navigate this panorama with a fluidity that can only be seen when watching the river.' - Joseph Horton