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When I think about my time at Mawddach Residency it feels like some magical dream that's buried itself deep inside my mind that seems so incomprehensible that I begin to question whether it was in fact a dream. I do however have evidence of time passing in this surreal environment which feel like artefacts I must treat with white gloves and glass cabinets.
This residency allowed me to spend 2 whole weeks uninterrupted to fully immerse myself in the tough winter climate of Wales and gather as many visual references I could find. Working a full time job can often make you lose the wood for the trees as a natural creative and push myself out of my comfort zone and gather plans and projects for the future was truly an experience I will be forever grateful to have. I sat on many soggy rocks with my charcoal stick and sketchbook, trying my best to capture the landscape unfolding around me. With the light changing every 5 minutes with the racing winter clouds, my retinas couldn’t take it all in, looking to the right, then to the left, back to the right, behind and repeat, giving myself whiplash in the rain trying to make sense of the scenes unravelling with each step. If this was a movie, I sure as hell was the director rapidly losing control of the gaffer. With such peace and quiet and an enormous sense of well being, my internal monologue seemed to be on its own journey, my body merely a vessel to carry my train of thought and my camera. Most of these thoughts have run amok within those welsh hills, maybe I dropped them in the waterfall, or in the tree where I found the skull of a sheep and saw the dance of 2 king fishers. Wherever those thoughts have ended up I am sure they will come back to me as I continue to process my time at Mawddach. Natasha Motaghi website
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