Mark Cator
- Aug 5, 2018
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Cabinets of Curiosities

It was this mystical sense of being which struck me. Right there in the cabinet of curiosities, all this sea washed up in a glass cabinet, carefully placed fragments of other lives, just as the stones and rocks, relentlessly pummelled by natural forces, had washed up in the crevices, ledges and shallow pools of the shoreline beyond the house.

After ferrying back from the Island of Colonsay I found myself a year later in the Gagosian Gallery, 'combing' along Richard Serra's sculpture, NJ-2, with its pools of light and the soaring majesty of the man-made.

Life is right there to be collected, curated and settled in to our own mnemonics of curiosness.

Mark Cator, 2015, the Island of Colonsay