Some more work in progress. Solitude.
Always a pleasure to see Lord and Lady Clifford in Nottingham, this doesn’t happen enough. (the crop on that reflection is so funny).
Brief description of an as of yet untitled piece of work.
If a place can be defined as relational, historical and concerned with identity, then a space which cannot be defined as relational, or historical, or concerned with identity will be a non-place.
This series of work will explore the distinction between places and non-places, the opposition between place and space.
Non-places are the real measure of our time; one that could be quantified - with the aid of a few conversions between area, volume and distance - by totalling all the air, rail and motorway routes, the mobile cabins called ‘means of transport’ (aircraft, trains, and road vehicles), the airports and railway stations, hotel chains, leisure parks, large retail outlets, and finally the complex skien of cable and wireless networks that mobilise extraterrestrial space for the purposes of a communication so peculiar that it often puts the individual in contact only with another image of himself.
I could go on, but I did stipulate “brief”.
Some work in progress…
Heaven wheels above you, displaying to you her eternal glories, and still your eyes are on the ground.
edsmithson’s photostream on Flickr.
at this high moment, ability failed my capacity to describe,
—Dante - Paradiso, XXXIII, 142
Bit of a nothing photograph from the other day.
work in progress submitted for the Master of Arts in Film and Photography course I applied to. I showed these at the interview and was offered a place!
I will starve to get something across, I mean that. I’ve never settled for second-best in my life. If it doesn’t work, I’ll give it all up.
—Scott Walker
