Tuesday, 14 January 2014

'Photorealism: 50 Years Of Hyperrealistic Painting' At Birmingham Museum & Art Gallery




Richard Estes, 'Nedick's', Oil On Canvas, 1970


Context:

My previous post referred to my recent visit to the exhibition, ‘Photorealism: 50 Years Of Hyperrealistic Painting’ at Birmingham Museum & Art Gallery.  This post will focus on that show and my reflections on the work within it.




BMAG seems good at staging these ambitious shows, (would that someone here in Leicester had the resources or vision).  Last year’s ‘Metropolis: Reflections on The Modern City’exhibition impressed me greatly and I was intrigued to view what is being billed as the first major UK survey of Photorealism.  I hope the horror stories about Birmingham’s public finances won’t mean that shows of this stature soon become a thing of the past.


Ralph Goings, 'America's Favourite', Oil On Canvas, 1989


The use of optical devices by painters in search of high realism is hardly a new phenomenon, Johannes Vermeer being an obvious example of a painter whose work gained an unusual characteristic appearance through reliance on drawing systems and lens technology as early as the Seventeenth Century [1.].  However, here we’re talking about the movement of representational painting that arose in America in the late 1960s and 70s, and in which imagery was derived after the fact of photography rather than just from life through the lens.  Even this was not actually new but the attempt to create a perfect facsimile in paint was.  Photorealism is usually seen as a reaction against the expressionistic abstraction that dominated mid-century American painting, and as a more deadpan offshoot of Pop Art’s celebration of industrial design and commercial culture.  Some accounts regard it as a dead-end in the continuum of painting, but most practicing artists also know that linear accounts and standard explanations are of little creative use.


Ralph Goings, 'Airstream', Oil On Canvas, 1970


The curators of this exhibition identify three generations of Photorealism, charting its beginnings amongst a group of (mostly American) painters in the late 1960s and 70s; its expansion as an accepted trope of international painting in the 1980s and 90s; and continuation into the Twenty-First Century with an increasing reliance on digital technology.


Response:

There’s clichéd sentimentality about much Photorealist subject matter.  The first generation in particular tends towards nostalgia for the familiar Americana motifs of classic diners, commercial signage, Art Deco facades and Detroit gas-guzzlers.  It feels like we drove here from Edward Hopper’s old gas station, maybe watching some Last Picture Show en route.  However, this work lacks the social history one finds in classic photography or the archness of Pop Art.  It mostly looks like good ol’ retro Romanticism.


John Salt, 'White Chevy - Red Trailer', Acrylic On Canvas, 1975


Occasionally, we do see the cracks in the American Dream.  Birmingham-born John Salt depicts once-shiny cars in states of abandonment and disrepair, typical of those that litter the real American landscape by the thousand.  Jack Mendenhall translates found images of West Coast interiors to disquieting effect.  His ‘Ochre Couch’ (1975), feels like the living room where Laura Palmer grew up.


Jack Mendenhall, 'Ochre Couch', Oil On Canvas, 1975


The very term ‘Realism’ itself seems fraught with difficulty.  If Pre-Modernist painting was a search for convincing illusions, since the advent of photography it has really been about questioning the nature of illusion itself, and the relationship between different media.  The lesson of Impressionism, Post Impressionism and Cubism was that visual ‘truth’ is completely subject to the vagaries of human perception and that no mode of depiction could be regarded as realistic that does not account for the shifting viewpoint, the fleeting glimpse and the duration of time spent in looking.  The real Photorealist agenda, then, is not to nail down how humans see, but how the camera records and these are two very different things.  Part of its madness, but also what makes it interesting, is how it seeks, (and generally fails), to emulate the mechanical capture of a brief moment through extended periods of obsessive labour and incredible manual dexterity.


Robert Bechtle, 'Alameda Chrysler', Oil On Canvas, 1981


Ultimately, these paintings seem less about actual appearance and more about translation. Photorealism should be seen as a significant if misguided chapter in the story of painting’s relationship with photography .  Surely, in Walter Benjamin’s ‘Age Of Mechanical Reproduction’ [2.], it would have been remiss not to try this at least.


Davis Cone, 'Thompson', Oil On Canvas, 1990


Actually, none of these paintings look like the world as we really see it.  Neither do most really look like photographs either.  (By now we’re familiar with the ways photographs don’t tell the objective truth).  These pieces lack the residue of a draughtsman’s dialogue between eye and brain, evident in Euston-Road style objectivity for example, but many also gloss over the limitations of exposure, lens distortions and effects of shutter speed that make photographs so of themselves.  They resemble idealised paintings of photographs, - a category in its own right.


Bertrand Meniel, 'Fairmont Hotel', Oil On Canvas, 1991)


Once the second generation get into their stride, the pursuit of artificial pin-sharpness becomes quite bizarre, as in Bertrand Meniel’s ‘Fairmont Hotel’ (1991).  Each component is so precisely rendered that he conjures a sort of hyper-real hallucination way beyond either photography or first hand experience.  In the process, his little fluffy clouds become rigidly sculptural, appearing to have drifted in from a fifteenth century altarpiece.  Even those painters that do consciously incorporate depth of field effects, like Audrey Flack, still don’t quite capture the essential appearance of photographs somehow.


Audrey Flack, 'Shiva Blue', Oil Over Acrylic On Canvas, 1972-73


There are a couple of exceptions to all this.  Rod Penner, reaches near perfect degrees of emulation but doesn't really excite me, whilst Yigal Ozeri, accounts for the limitations of photographic exposure skilfully, but sadly, in the service of strangely unsettling depictions of pretty young women in natural settings.  Perhaps it's just me, but they seem only a step away from a different form of ‘nature photography’.


Yigal Ozeri, 'Jessica In The Park', Oil On Paper, 2010


Another painter who gets close is Peter Maier.  Like many Photorealists he is drawn to automotive subject matter, (all that chrome and curvaceous glossy bodywork appears irresistible), and precision-sprays numerous coats of car paint onto aluminium, achieving a finish of sumptuous, bottomless liquidity.  Whilst totally illusionistic, these seem more about pushing surfaces to an acme of material perfection and interest me more as objects than as mere images.  It’s car-porn essentially but like most fetishism, psychologically intriguing.


Peter Maier, 'Gator Chomp', Du Pont Chromax AT On Aluminium, 2007 


This raises interesting questions regarding the difference between objectification of the (here, female), body, and the eroticising of objects.  John Kacere’s cheesy depictions of lingerie-clad female midsections just seem unjustifiable, lacking, as they do, any discernible element of conceptual rigour or critical context.  Even where an entire figure is depicted, as in the work of Bernardo Torrens, there remains no sense of a living person beneath the perfect surface.  We are reminded that a figurative photograph, however posed, captures one moment in the continuum of a life but always implies the animation that preceded or followed it.  To paint from life obviously takes account of the sitter’s material presence, living and breathing as time unfolds.  To slavishly copy a photograph of them however, is to create a static monument to an already frozen image, - a two dimensional statue, if you like.


Don Jacot, 'Rush Hour', Oil On Canvas, 2009


Much safer then, to take simple visual pleasure in all those lovingly-reproduced polished metallic surfaces, layers of transparency, and glossy, saturated colours elsewhere.  Be they architectural, automotive or still life-derived, all demonstrate how much of Photorealism is the cheerful worship of surfaces combined with a taste for the sweetest eye candy.


Chuck Close, 'Self Portrait', Etched Print On Paper (Proof), 1977


Ironically, Chuck Close, the one artist here who does successfully marry human subject matter with photo-emulation, doesn’t really belong in this exhibition at all.  Close shows us his construction grid and builds his portraits by filling each cell with a consciously gestural mark.  Where others aim for seamless illusion, Close deconstructs the process involved in a far more conceptual way.


Richard Estes, 'Telephone Booths' Acrylic On Board, 1967'


For me, the real Old Master of Photorealism appears to be Richard Estes.  His depictions of urban frontages use geometric composition to achieve a rigorous abstract formality, despite their photographic illusionism.  ‘Telephone Booths’ (1967), and ‘Nedick’s’ (1970), achieve great complexity within their compositional armatures, fragmenting the world in fascinating ways.  With their skillful colour schemes and love for the abstract qualities of polished metal surfaces, these are just impressive paintings before and after they are Photorealist paintings.


Ben Johnson, 'Looking Back To Richmond House', Acrylic On Canvas, 2011


The most recent practitioners of Photorealism increasingly rely on digital technology to realise their images.  Disappointingly, their detailed urban vistas often just resemble a form of ambitious tourist art.  Ben Johnson’s immensely labour intensive team efforts ultimately feel like architect’s models of sterile ideal environments.  Raphaella Spence uses a helicopter to achieve massive panoramic distance before reconstructing ultra high-res images on a pixel-by-pixel basis.  Her spectacular, light-drenched ‘Vegas’ (2011), does at least find a subject whose intrinsic hyperreality finally matches the bizarre nature of its representation.


Raphaella Spence, 'Vegas',  Oil On Canvas, 2011



Conclusion:

Photorealism has always struggled for critical acceptance, as Alastair Smart’s recent review proves.  My own take on it may also seem critical, but I should point out that I really rather enjoyed this exhibition.  I’ll admit to seeking an irony in these paintings that I suspect often isn’t there, and that I may relate to some of the work on the level of guilty pleasures.  There’s something a little thrilling about their regular transgressions of ‘good taste’ and, if nothing else, many of these artists have doubtless added to the range of things that paint can do.  It’s a genuinely thought-provoking exhibition, as the length of this post reveals.



[1.]:  Useful technical insights into the relationship between Vermeer’s painting and the science of optics can be found in:  Martin Kemp, ‘The Science Of Art’, New Haven & London, Yale University Press, 1990.

[2.]:  Walter Benjamin, ‘The Work Of Art In The Age Of Mechanical Reproduction’, London, Penguin, (Penguin Great Ideas Series), 2008




Friday, 10 January 2014

Shadows And Light



Navigation Street Subway, Birmingham, January 2014


This year started pretty well, all things considered.  Fresh from completing my painting ‘Belgrave Gate: Festival Of Lights 1’, and nicely rested after the festive break, I also managed my first serious exhibition visit of the year last week.  The show was ‘Photorealism: 50 Years Of Hyperrealist Painting’ at Birmingham City Museum & Art Gallery’s Gas Hall.  It was another excuse to drive over to Brum for the day with my regular travelling companion and fellow Urban Observer, Dave, although, this time, we left the bikes at home in the face of regular downpours and took our cameras out on foot.  I’ll discuss the exhibition properly in the near future but, for now, here’s a flavour of the day generally, and a selection of images harvested as we walked and drove around the City Centre.


Navigation Street Subway, Birmingham, January 2014

Edmund Street, Birmingham, January 2014

Cornwall Street Tower From Edmund Street, Birmingham,
January 2014


Although I made repeat visits to Birmingham last year and have some memories of it from years ago, it still feels like I’ve only scratched the surface really.  Hopefully, once the weather calms down a bit, we’ll resume our two-wheeled expeditions and take advantage of the opportunities they afford to sample a wider tract of the outlying areas.  Dave knows Birmingham better than I, having spent some of his formative years in the region.  Nonetheless, although we didn’t venture far from the environs of Broad Street, Jubilee Square, Paradise Circus, St. Chads Cathedral and Corporation Street, we both commented on how there were still plenty of fresh perspectives to be found on relatively familiar locations.



Queen Street Car Park, Birmingham, January 2014

Swallow Street, Birmingham, January 2014


Reviewing my photos from the day, I find further evidence of last year’s engagement with hazard warning graphics and parking signage.  However, without having embarked with much of a prior agenda, many of my images also arranged themselves into two other main themes.  One might be labeled ‘Illumination and Reflectivity’ and the other, ‘Tunnels’.  The first wasn’t too much of a stretch, given the wet conditions, wintery light levels and short day length.  The second was a consequence of Birmingham’s architectural fabric that, whilst steadily undergoing considerable transformations, still evinces plenty of the heavily planned, post-war Utopian/Dystopian character for which it became a byword.  Primary amongst all this is the exciting way that the main A38 route dives underground through various tunnels as it skirts the urban epicenter, becoming increasingly entangled with higher and ever-denser architecture.


A38 Underpass, Birmingham, January 2014.  (Camera Operator: David Weight)


I’ve already mentioned my current use of a video camera to film through the windscreen as I drive.  My latest variation of this is to capture still images with long exposures using the same camera and this came into its own through the underpasses.  The resulting speed blurs, light trails and random accidents are hardly new ground but the results fascinate me nonetheless and still feel like a valid way to explore the ideas of movement through a city and a dynamic viewpoint.  It was good to have Dave in the passenger seat to handle the shutter work and, as many of the images prove, his timing was spot-on.  You can see Dave's own photography here, here and here.


A38 Underpass, Birmingham, January 2014.  (Camera Operator: David Weight)

Tunnel Beneath Bristol Street, Birmingham, January 2014.
(Camera Operator: David Weight)


That left me free to get lost amongst the tangle of streets and traffic lanes, (something I do with all too-predictable regularity).  My latest random deviation, late in the day, involved veering down an obscure, unmarked and narrow underpass, under Bristol Street and into a netherworld of standing water, discarded rubbish and warnings of restricted access.  Beyond, lay a shadowy commercial tract that felt like exactly the kind of place where one could come to serious grief.  I’m still not convinced it’s an official route and we both had a few seconds of concern here but, to his credit, Dave kept shooting in order to cement our memories of an edgy little moment.  Playing The Haxan Cloak’s darker-than-dark ‘Excavation’ album [1.] at the same time didn’t exactly help, but it was nothing if not appropriate.  In retrospect, I wouldn’t be without these occasional episodes of getting creatively lost amongst hidden backwaters.



Fletchers Walk, Birmingham, January 2014

Paradise Place, Birmingham, January 2014

Paradise Circus Subway, Birmingham, January 2014


This tendency to probe the city’s darker recesses was also a feature of our progress on foot.  We both love the network of underpasses walkways and tunnels around Navigation Street, Fletchers Walk, Paradise Place and the Brutalist concrete maze of the old Library and Civic Complex.  The urgency to capture the character of the latter is exacerbated as, I believe, it is slated for extensive remodeling.  This will probably sweep away a tract of much despised and ‘failed’ urban planning but there’s something bleakly thrilling about the almost post-apocalyptic desolation behind the old Library’s inverted ziggurat.


Old Library Building, Birmingham, January 2014

Old Library Complex, Birmingham, January 2014

Library Theatre Building, Birmingham, January 2014


Old Library Undercroft, Birmingham, January 2014


Ultimately, we found ourselves trespassing into that building’s squalid undercroft amongst ever-deepening shadows and guano-encrusted infrastructure.  Ironically, this forbidding environment actually grew from a period of post war optimism and a vision of egalitarianism, opportunities and benign state intervention, now discarded.  It’s easy to get a vicarious thrill in such territory and, of course, not everyone has the luxury of dropping in and out whilst festooned with expensive photographic equipment.  The spectral, homeless figures who haunt its grimy recesses may appear to have reached the end of the road, but at least they can still find a modicum of shelter and privacy amongst the sodden concrete.  I wonder if their presence will even be tolerated in the face of PR and market imperatives when a bright new environment eventually replaces it?



Alpha Tower, Birmingham, January 2014


We ended our walk after photographing the illuminated environment of Centenary Square.  The new Library Of Birmingham, Hall of Memory and seasonal Ferris wheel provided some much needed light and colour to counterbalance all our shadowy delving underground.


New Library Of Birmingham Basement, Centenary Square, Birmingham, January 2014

Ferris Wheel, Centenary Square, Birmingham, January 2014

New Library Of Birmingham, January 2014


Postscript:

After originally publishing this post I came across this interesting little forum thread.  It obviously refers to the same obscure tunnel under Bristol Street that we blundered into.




[1.]:  The Haxan Cloak, ‘Excavation’, Tri Angle Records, 2013


Thursday, 9 January 2014

Shaun Morris: 'Black Highway'



Design:  Chris Cowdrill


This coming weekend sees the opening of Shaun Morris' Exhibition, 'Black Highway' at Nuneaton Museum & Art Gallery.  It's the culmination of two years of hard work exploring the nocturnal world beneath the elevated motorways close to his family home on the north-west fringes of Birmingham.

I first came across Shaun's work from viewing his blog and was privileged to exhibit some of my own work alongside several of his early motorway paintings in the group show he organised with his 'Indigo Octagon' compatriots in Birmingham in November 2012 [1.].

Last year saw the entire series to date exhibited at Rugby Art Gallery & Museum under the title 'Stolen Car' [2.].  In that show, it  was possible to really appreciate how Shaun had approached the same fairly compact territory from a variety of perspectives, exploring the realms of memory and identity within a landscape, as well as the powerful atmospheres to be found there.  Subsequently, four of the painting, including the new 'Black Ground', were included in 'By The Way' [3.], a mixed media show of work exploring the theme of Edgelands, at Nottingham's Bohunk Institute.



Shaun Morris, 'Black Ground', Oil On Canvas, 2013


'Black Highway' will be the largest survey of this work and I'm looking forward to seeing the latest pieces for real.  Focussing more on the relationship between the elevated roads ands the canals below Shaun has also started to meditate on the political influences which have shaped this landscape in recent decades.  In particular, he has spoken of the betrayal of a traditional manufacturing area and the loss of jobs and opportunities in the community in which he grew up.  It seems the new paintings may reflect far more than just the illuminated night sky.

I'm sure I'll post more about this show once I've visited it.  For now, you can see 'Black Highway' at White Gallery, Nuneaton Museum & Art Gallery, Riversley Park, Coton Road, Nuneaton, Warwickshire, CV11 5TU, between 11 January and 2 March 2013.



[1.]:  'If A Picture Paints A Thousand Words, Why Can't I Paint', The Works Gallery, Birmingham, 13 November - 23 November 2013.

[2.]:  'Stolen Car', Floor One, Rugby Art Gallery & Museum, 9 February - 21 February 2013

[3.]:  'By The Way', Bohunk Institute, Nottingham, 17 October - 31 October 2013


Sunday, 5 January 2014

Belgrave Gate Project 9: Completed Painting - 'Festival Of Lights 1'



'Belgrave Gate: Festival Of Lights 1', Acrylics & Paper Collage On Panel, 100 cm X 100 cm, 2014


This recently completed painting, ‘Belgrave Gate: Festival Of Lights 1’, is the latest component of my ‘Belgrave Gate Project’.  I had hoped it would be the last significant piece of 2013 but found myself still working on it, (with a wee dram at my elbow), as the fireworks were launched at the turn of the year.  A few hours later it was finished and so is, technically, the first significant piece of 2014.  Either way, it was pleasing to complete a painting that, whilst involving plenty of work, had come together reasonably quickly by my standards.  It is essentially a fairly straight full-scale translation of a well-developed sketchbook study; a procedure that has worked well enough for me in recent times.


'Belgrave Gate: Festival Of Lights 1', Sketchbook Study,
Acrylics & Paper Collage On Paper, 2013


If I’m honest, I find the most enjoyable stage in any painting usually comes around three quarters of the way through.  At that stage, the major components will usually be well established, (I tend to ‘build’ my paintings in a fairly methodical fashion), many significant pictorial problems will have been resolved, and I can usually get a reasonable sense of how successful, (or otherwise), it will be.  There also tends to be a certain provisional freshness that is nearly always diminished as the final nuts and bolts are tightened.  I’ve often thought the best painters are the ones who let their paint do just enough and no more, or are unafraid to leave passages of a painting unresolved, providing an overall conclusion has been reached.  It’s never really been my own M.O. but maybe it takes thousands of hours of doing too much before one can learn to do just enough.




For now though, I can take considerable satisfaction from seeing a painting through to completion after so many earlier years of false starts and projects abandoned through lack of perseverance or belief.  I no longer get too bogged down in ‘the struggle’, as I once did, instead taking the view that, if a particular painting isn’t wholly successful, - perhaps the next one will be better.




‘Belgrave Gate: Festival Of Lights 1’ picks up where the previous ‘BelgraveGate’ paintings left off.  It’s becoming clear that part of the agenda for these pieces is the attempt to integrate representational passages with more abstracted or textual elements.  At root, I think this is a reflection of their origins within a specific physical location, and the fact that the photographic sources on which they rely include recessional space, rather than the surface-emphasis that has usually informed much of my work.  Put simply, they are based on observed 'scenes'.


'Belgrave Gate: Yours 1', Acrylics & Paper Collage On Panel, 100 cm X 100 cm, 2013


On a slightly more abstruse level, I’ve also become increasingly engaged with the potential of a painting to employ contrasting modes of depiction self-reflexively, within the same image.  Authenticity is of relatively little interest right now and these paintings represent, as ever, a search for subjective synthesis.  However, it is my belief that this approach does reflect my actual experience of specific environments such as my chosen tract of inner Leicester.  If my initial apprehension of such a place is a general visual impression, immersion within it, (often focusing on specific details), reveals multiple strands of meaning and association.  I find the act of ‘being’ on site for any length of time, (or on repeated occasions), releases numerous sensations and as a result, a complex web of thoughts and feelings that radiate out in different directions.  It’s the opposite of finding the singular ‘essence’ of a subject but, rather, a desire to account for the complexity, dynamism and transitions prevailing within a modern city.


'Belgrave Gate: Cave Wall 2', Acrylics & Paper Collage On Panel, 60 cm X 60 cm, 2013


Where this painting does differ from the small ‘Belgrave Gate:Cave Wall’ paintings that preceded it, is in being something of a simplification, formally.  If they ultimately felt visually over-cluttered by too many layers of meaning, this one relies more simply on a single subject image featuring the conjunction of Belgrave Gate, Burleys Flyover and the roundabout junction beneath it.  The entire composition, including the strong central traffic lights in the foreground, is based directly upon this original source which plays a more important role than ever before.  The main textual and semiotic components, while relatively bold, are pushed back into the background, (where they are incorporated by colour and tone into an implied sky), or float insubstantially over a middle ground that feels like it could be receding behind the traffic lights.  The inclusion of words in my images remains as important as ever, despite playing second fiddle to an overall illusion here.  


Burleys Flyover, Belgrave Gate, Leicester, 2013


Divali Lights, Belgrave Road (Looking Towards 
Belgrave Gate), Leicester, 2013


The subject of ‘Festival Of Lights’ is a pretty clear reference to the traffic signals that chop and dice the flow of traffic on both of the Belgrave Gate roundabouts, and, even more famously, along the stretch of Belgrave Road extending in the direction of the painting’s direction arrow in its blue roundel.  That ‘Golden Mile’ might be so-named for the numerous Asian-owned jewelers or the endless parade of lights that seem to be perpetually turning amber, (in the folklore of local drivers).  It's also the site of Leicester’s famous Divali celebrations, (the Hindu Festival of Lights), and during the painting’s preparatory stages my daily commutes were illuminated by the elaborate decorative lights that festoon the route each year.  Belgrave Road itself is beyond the scope of my current project but the intermediate nature of Belgrave Gate makes it feels like a bridge to both that main artery and the South Asian cultural zone surrounding it.




Despite all this, the painting itself appears to be bathed in daylight.  This is actually a legacy of the original image, taken on a brilliant, windy day in early 2013 when the whole world seemed to flicker in a rather different kind of light-fest.  It’s also worth noting the red linear elements in the extreme lower foreground.  Whilst initially deriving from the pattern of white line road markings, their red colour now also implies the brake light trails of vehicles that habitually decelerate towards the junction.  They also supply a much-needed element of artificiality to a colour palette that was in danger of becoming just a little too naturalistic.




It’s too early to really judge the success of this painting but I’m happy enough with it for now overall.  Whilst it employs the kind of half-painting/half-collage techniques with which I’ve become pretty comfortable, the real issues it raises are around the efficacy of the representational modes employed.  I’m not unhappy with the decision to combine a variety of muted impressionism, (in the background architecture), with a looser brand of ‘painterly collage’ to depict passages of foliage.  I’m slightly less content with my handling of a kind of ‘straight’ illustrative style in the traffic lights and advancing flyover, (although, again, not actually with the decision to employ it).  If anything, this is just a reminder of how long it is since I seriously tried to engage with representational painting.  I can’t pretend that this painting wasn’t influenced to some extent by the work of Hurvin Anderson that impressed me so much at Birmingham’s Ikon last year.  A look back at that exhibition's catalogue reveals just how much work remains to be done.


Hurvin Anderson, 'Country Club: Chicken Wire', Oil On Canvas, 2008


Still, - no one ever promised me this stuff was easy…




Wednesday, 1 January 2014

Written City 11: Should Old Acquaintance Be Forgot..



West Leicester, December 2013


I’m not wholly sorry to see the back of 2013.  It was a bit frustrating, for myself, (both creatively and in terms of distracting health niggles), and for several other people I know, (for varied reasons).  Happily, it seemed to end more encouragingly, so here’s hoping 2014 allows more headway to be made by one and all.


West Leicester, December 2013


What did happen last year was that my own creative practice started to become more diffuse in terms of media engaged with, ideas explored and source material drawn upon; and I’m hoping that will all pay dividends in 2014.  However, the images here reminded me of the kind of default visual sources that were so important to much of the work I was already producing prior to 2013.


West Leicester, December 2013


I still love this kind of thing.  When I spotted it over Christmas, it was a welcome reminder that, however preoccupied I may become with the mechanics and implications of my work, the world will still hand me these little gifts when I least expect them.



Happy New Year.