“When I’m on home turf, wind more often than not rattles and rumples me; I want to batten down the hatches and stay indoors. And yet, here, the much greater force, noise and visual drama of a katabatic wind is an invitation for me to step outside. Standing in its forcefield, I find myself with an entirely different awareness of my body in space and possibly even in time. And if visibility’s not what it’s ‘meant’ to be and the usual familiar points of reference are no longer within grasp, an almost weightless feeling ensues. We’re like feathers or flotsam in this place. This becomes even more apparent when we see and experience the wind ‘at work,’ displaying all the intention, zeal and passion of a sculptor mid-process.” Claire Beynon, 2008