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A RESIDENCY IN MY OWN MIND - WHISPERS FROM BRYN MYRDDIN.
It began as a self-imposed residency, a residency in my own mind. Not in a studio or a city, but in an archive: photographs, letters, fragments from Bryn Myrddin. An archive left to us by my father,
relating to the house he was born in, my mythology, my forest. I wanted to see what happens when time is treated as material, when memory becomes landscape, when art listens rather than speaks.
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