DIY project  – LADA


Holkham Beach and Norwich Art Centre, Norfolk.

Thomas John Bacon, Katy Baird, Daniel Gosling, Siriol Joyner, Elspeth Owen, Ezra Rubenstein, Yol and myself met in a seafront fish & chip shop in Wells-next-the–Sea, Norfolk on the night of the conjunction of the heights of the Perseid meteor showers and the incredibly bright, large moon, closest in its orbit to Earth, known as a super or perigree moon. We ate and proceeded to the vast sandiness of Holkham beach. We lay straining for intermittent meteors, exclaiming loudly at a few astonishingly iridescent moments of luminosity, contemplating some long hazy tails lingeringly lit by the moon’s radiance. Yol’s voice wrestled with his sounding of a large metal post – impugning universal forces to listen, to hear. We mused, we spoke, we slept.

We woke to unfurl the day together and found ourselves on a crazy golf course, with a lecture by Ezra being delivered from various strategic golfing points, as we putted around him. The summer seaside crowd watched us and listened, curiously, indifferently. We were a part of them and apart from them. Finally, from a trampoline, Ezra juggled determinism with fatalism, free-will with chance strategies, throwing out metaphysical dice and proclaiming, whilst leaping upwards and being pulled downwards:
Consciousness is, almost by definition, self-wonderment: whichever beings ended up being conscious, they were always going to wonder at the incredible coincidence of all. Someone has to win the lottery, and they will never be able to bring themselves to fully believe that it was purely luck or chance, which brought them the winning ticket.

Was that a tiny fibre-glass chuckle?

We embarked on separate journeys to Norwich Art Centre—by hitching, by car and by bus to find that the chance strategy of hitching got there first