We tend to imagine terrain as fixed.
As something we move across but do not alter.

Long challenges this view.

Our attention is drawn not to the field. But to a line pressed into the grass, through repeated steps.

A record of presence.

Here, constraint is shaped by our passage.
Limits are formed through movements.

We do not simply stand inside conditions. We help make them.
Through where we walk. What we repeat. What we leave behind.

Constraint is not only where we are. It is what we a re quietly drawing, step by step.

>> You can see this work at Tate Modern (London)