Presence and absence at a deserted village

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Presence and absence at a deserted villageBy: Martyn BrownBack to Dartmoor Stories

Presence and absence at a deserted village

Location: Saxongate, SX583933

This creative site-based project took place in 2005. The project is documented through text and photographs in an 'artist's book' and illustrated by a set of six drawings on gesso panels. The site was subject to dramatisation by John Young in 'The Ragged Walkers' - a play produced and toured by the MED Theatre directed by Mark Beeson.


Saxongate is a good example of a medieval village, deserted by the eviction of its community by the Lord of the Manor, to extend his deer park. The play imaginatively told that story. The artwork included here was made on site - using found materials and objects - depicting, particularly, the notion of presence and absence.


References:


Austin, D., Proceedings of the Devon Archaeological Society, Vol 36, 1978


Beresford, G., Three Deserted Medieval Settlements, Medieval Archaeology, Vol 23,1979


Lineham, C.D., Deserted sites and rabbit warrens on Dartmoor, Medieval Archaeology, Vol 10, 1966

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