Flood Cave created an environment that you were forced to examine through physical manipulation. I strung wool across the entirety of the room, using it as a giant loom on which to weave the ‘carpet’ in situ, at the neck-cricking height of about 150 cm above the ground. The fabric of the piece was a selection of curtains, hessian and scraps from local charity shops, The whole thing sagged, and smelt closed like a dusty room, or a dead man’s attic.
I had envisioned the creation of tension through the physical imposition; I had in mind ghost towns, forest fires, flood plains, self-eclipsing landscapes. However, the opposite happened, and visitors lay down like dozy animals in the unforeseen serenity of the piece.