I think something that I love about this project is that I am struggling to create a marriage of Industrial and Colonial History (the stamp, the rail, the 1948 ghost) and my own Personal Intuition ( the changing landscape, the plants, the drawings, the ink wash, walking, the Solnit-inspired “pace of thoughts”).
I have also discovered that the shadow is not the enemy of the map; it is its soul. By being comfortable with the atmospheric experiences, I am allowing the Riebeek Valley to remain mysterious even as I count it. My scroll is the bridge where the steel rail and the human shadow finally walk together. I just need to let them cast their own shadows over my paper.
