Off Grid

Four artists visited Dungeness, a spit of land on the edge of Romney Marsh and recorded their responses to this landscape of visual and philosophical extremes. A place where sea fret can roll in on you with nowhere to hide but the cafe while the miniature railway hoots and hints at a means of escape.

Living here is determined and anarchic and amidst the deep shingle shelving and dry waves of bleached stones sit random mechanical carcasses, marooned boats and reused post office vans providing comic and sad reminders of the struggle to fish and live.

Firing range notices sit oddly with floating butterflies and gorgeous splashes of wild flowers while the nuclear power station stands sentinel, like a battle ship on duty for eternity, the smart pylons marching inland in regiments pulling the electricity away.

Dungeness. A place of visual and philosophical extremes.