I reside in the middle of Paris. When I leave my home, I long for the countryside and solitude. […] The moment I slip away from the retinue of the wicked is delightful; and as soon as I find myself under the trees and in the midst of the greenery, I believe I am in an earthly paradise and I savour an inner pleasure as intense as if I were the happiest of mortals. (Rousseau, *Reveries of a Solitary Walker*, “Walk 8”)
I think that I cannot preserve my health and spirits unless I spend four hours a day at least — and it is commonly more than that — sauntering through the woods and over the hills and fields absoutely free from all worldly engagements. (Thoreau, *Walking*, para. 6)
Only Art Resulting
From the Experience
Of Individual Walks
A Walk Has a Life of its Own
And Does not Need to Be
Materialised into an Artwork
An Artwork may be Purchased
But a walk cannot be sold
(Hamish Fulton)`
This is not Land Art (Hamish Fulton)