This week I posted a photo of next doors’ cat, Ziggy, sitting on the recycled paper I was drying on my studio table in preparation for what I hope will be a piece of art. I labelled him ‘co-creator’, as a joke – and then of course my weekend sent me down a very enjoyable rabbit-hole of real artists making real collaborations with the non-human. So I thought I’d share some with you.

Losing Track, Holding Traces is a beautiful exhibition of works in mud, twig, felt, charcoal, paper, and fabric, created by three artist-friends out of their walks through the countryside of the Derwent river valley. Look at these altar-like displays of found objects and process notes that greet you as you enter! The swatches testing organic dyes, the photos of drawing in the rain, the treasures of lichened wigs and twisted grasses! Honestly, I think I love notebooks and the ephemera of creative practice more than the finished product sometimes; but in this case I also loved the finished works because the exhibition continued to be jointly-conceived, modular, free-flowing, and as full of playfulness as a mud pie.

I particularly loved the use of rain as a co-creator, which reminded me of Andy Goldsworthy’s rain shadows where he lies down when the rain starts and gets up when it stops, leaving his dry silhouette on the land. The willingness of it, to relinquish creative control to the weather.

Also, making by walking – yes please. Since reading Sonia Overall’s Heavy Time a couple of weeks ago, my intermittent habit of making poetry through walking has been given a boost, so it was gorgeous to see the same practice applied to visual and fibre arts too.

Finally, big shout out for modular installation! The piece I’m working on at the moment will take 200 squares of hand-made paper threaded together to make it complete. It’s astonishing how the act of repetition is enough to elevate a simple object or action to a greater level of significance. In poetry this happens in anaphora, when words of phrases are repeated to the point almost of incantation. In the Gateshead exhibition, the repeated mud and charcoal paper tiles achieve something similar – one simple act of painting, an infinite number of possible outcomes. Fingerprints of earth.

So now here I am, footling around in the internet to look for nature as co-creator projects. There are loads of course, but here are a few that I love the sound of:

Forest Is The Artist is an exhibition of canvases left in a Korean rainforest for a year so the forest could ‘paint’ them, which is awesome but not something we can all replicate; but we could do some painting with weather like conservation worker and artist Katherine Owen.

Bio-feedback music with plants is a vibe – check out work by Masterplants or Natural Symphony; and I’m pretty sure Newcastle-based poet Amelia Loulli has done spoken word/film-poetry using bio-feedback but I can’t find any links so maybe I hallucinated that!

There is a load of fascinating practice going on at the intersection of sculpture, textiles and fibre art, and fungi – mycelial sculpture is everywhere! Vases, gloriously weird animal head sculptures, mushroom book-shelves grown by our local fun-guys Threads in the Ground. You could spend a very long time finding out more about mycelial fabrics…

In April last year, Nature was added as a credited artist on Spotify, allowing musicians and sounds artists using field recordings to raise royalty income for climate initiatives. There are folks out there co-creating sculptures with bees. Folks, it’s wild times for re-thinking how to interact with the non-human!

So what might that mean for a poet? Not sure yet, but I wonder whether I can update my side-practice of erasure poetry and ditch the paint-and-ink blackout method in favour of a temporary composting methodology? Bury a page for 6 months and see which words remain un-rotted when I dig it up? It’s got to be worth a try, right?