di CLAy


Felixstowe, England

October 2010

Standing in front of a window in the Landguard Fort, Felixstowe, through which the sea could be seen, and with red thread leading from my hands, along the floor out of the door, I cut the base of the bag hanging over my head so that salt poured from it. When the flow stopped I began to wind the red wool into a ball, following it down to the sea's edge where the end of it was anchored by a stone.