This project is part of a trilogy for England made only with AI.

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We follow the life of Jemma Gibbons, her family and friends, and her life in and around Blackpool in 2026. The other part of the duology follows Otto Rupel, her partner and his images and thoughts about North England, north from the Handrian's Wall.

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Inspired by The Rings of Saturn, by W. G. Sebald, Jemma travels to North, encounters people and desolate places. She records them, reflects on them, preserves and depict them. Another England — Northern England — suspended somewhere between decay and paradise.

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On the occasion of a wedding in Suffolk, Gemma photographs her family and friends, as well as the surrounding areas. The Old world and the New world. 

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For me gravity equals melancholia. I don't really know why. Perhaps it is the melacholy of the stars and the planets having relationships. Perhaps it is the struggle to walk up every mornig from bed.

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This project is an invisible field that does hold bodies and memories in place, returns, goes forward and lives the unfinished gestures of this landscape.  In this work, melancholy is presented as absence, and also  as a force: a quiet energy that enables observation, recollection, and ultimately a sense of wonder toward the world.

 

The wandering between London and English countryside does not function as a geographical displacement, but as a continuous oscillation between two modes of being. Light and fog, proximity and distance, familiarity and estrangement form an intermediate field where the gaze learns to dwell without fully belonging. There, the image negotiates with the dead past and the unseeing future.

 

Melancholy here becomes a tool for thought.

Like a gravity that does not pin you down, but keeps you in orbit around things—allowing them to reveal themselves not on their surface,
but in their silent intensity.

“Gravity and Other Forces” seeks to move beyond the distinction between
inner and outer worlds. The images function as passages: between spaces,
times, and states of mind. What is sought is not stability, but continuous
fluctuation—an open relationship with the universe, where the gaze remains
in motion, without a final point of rest.

 

Perhaps, in the end, gravity is this: the inability—or refusal—to fully detach from what shapes us. And melancholy, another form of freedom.

Kostis Argyriadis