A trail of rowan-red shoes march onward, through an unknown terrain to an equally unknown destination. All genders and ages are in this crimson tribe, silent but for discreet parcel labels containing clues to each absent owner: lost and found, mortuary common place. Missing persons, refugees and dissidents are companions with banal, fictitious soap opera characters. An occasional useless fact is carried as luggage. (e.g. – ‘In an average lifetime, one person will walk 110,000 miles.’) As we witness the sombre procession of John Does, we are invited to consider our own journey.
This is a personal exploration of ancestors and repetitions through history: and how they can shape and guide us.
Materials include: painted red shoes, parcel labels, found profiles.