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| All Images: Central Leicester, January 2021 |
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| All Images: Central Leicester, January 2021 |
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| Significant Yellow Item: #2021.Y004.1, West Leicester, February 2021 |
The second manifestation took place beyond a span of lost conveyance. Transport froze, and few now sought out this route in commerce. The ceremonial way still glistening from within submerged shadow, but the cherished zone beyond now churned amidst massive upheaval. The lands beyond that portal had become a disputed tract where emerging edifices vied for resident dominance. A thousand blank eyes opened upon the world, enmeshed for now in matrices too complex for analysis.
The traditional rituals of cellulose and steel were still observed in their reeking caves - but desperate now, and grown increasingly peripheral. How long could such rites prevail amidst the new demographic? Old concentrations of part-worn devotion had been cleared away, and the donor stacks demolished. Hopes of Recovery faded as the new modes regenerated on a fresh footing. "Be part of something new". The sediment tower was dismantled overnight. The vantage point was surrendered amidst snow and mud - topographical oversight suddenly denied.
In such a region, the old drift felt threatened. Access remained conjectural. The routes of desire were curtailed and channelled - clotted now with machine prints and threaded through a polychromatic labyrinth. Those old reams faded amongst the fences, even though the wind still blew. The occasional seditious exhortation was stencilled over the sanctioned scrawl. Plywood bulletins prioritised cartoon escape, despite that small yearning for rigour amidst placatory multi-fades. Doubtless, The Revolution would not be live-streamed. The barricades were now reversed - and would be dismantled soon enough, in any case. The official version was printed elsewhere - blandly aspirational and impervious beneath a sheen of laminate.
That this new encounter should occur in such a transactional landscape must surely have come as no surprise - even if the motives remain obscure. Could those livid moulded grids portend a new annexation, where time is made static and crated - or else, some unplanned and unimagined egress become available? Might fresh dreams short-circuit the new geometries?
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| 'Untitled 13 (Constructed City)', Acrylics, Paper Collage, Adhesive Tape, French Polish, Aerosol Paint & Ballpoint Pen on Panel, 600 mm x 600 mm, 2021 |
I'm not generally in the habit of obliterating finished paintings. That's certainly not to claim everything is deemed 100% successful (far from it). However, I'll normally take a piece through as many iterations as seem necessary to resolve it - often setting something aside for a while pending subsequent revisions, or completely abandoning those pieces that just won't work out. But occasionally, something gets 'released' in a state I subsequently decide I just can't live with. So it has proved to be with 'Untitled 6 (Constructed City)' - a painting that hung on my wall (somewhat reproachfully) for around three months, but is now effectively deleted. I wanted to believe I was satisfied with it, but ultimately had to recognise it just wouldn't do. Actually, I suspect the desire to call something 'finished' simply overtook my better judgement over something that didn't really work.
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| 'Untitled 5 (Constructed City)': No Longer Extant |
As a result, I recently decided to revise the painting. However, my tinkering still failed to deliver the resolution I was seeking. Instead, a completely new painting on the same panel became the only viable course of action - the result being 'Untitled13' (Constructed City)'. I'll admit I toyed with the idea of titling this one '6.1' , but as there really is nothing of the original image left, the idea of a new 'remix' doesn't really apply. Instead, this new image is so obviously the sibling of '11' and '12', that it seems preferable to capitalise on the sense of forward motion, and to simply let '6' slide as a gap in the sequence. Which is the least healthy impulse, I wonder - a neurotic desire to tie-up every loose end, or this constant need to show my working?
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| 'Untitled 12 (Constructed City)', Acrylics, Screen Print, Paper Collage, Adhesive Tape, Spray Paint, French Polish & Pencil on Panel, 600 mm x 600 mm, 2021 |
Here's my twelfth 'Untitled (Constructed City)' painting. The deep involvement with all things yellow continues, whilst the greater layered complexity and overlapping meshes of '11', is pushed further still. Whilst this is largely the result of a more improvisational approach, the digitally pre-determined (and serially recycled) motifs of earlier iterations, still float across the surface.
To my mind, much of the satisfying tension in these images stems from these nominally foreground elements being derived from shards of negative space in the source construction site images. This feels magnified as the illusion of pictorial space deepens behind them.
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| Significant Yellow Item: #2021.Y004, Southeast Leicester, January 2021 |
First contact was made on a bleak day, amongst the city's sweated southeastern tracts. Overlooked by grim, mal-audited fortresses of piecework, the street itself was an entropic backwater of scattered debris - long drained of energy. We were already deep into the current emergency, but official restrictions remain of little consequence in such zones. Consequently, the constant shift patterns remain unbroken, transmitting one unto another in fulfilment of the contract. The encounter was soundtracked by a subdued machine clatter, syrupy orchestration and that familiar cinematic wailing, typical of the territory. Dim illumination perspired from diseased tubes, behind greasy windows, on those occupied storeys. In the street, the cold was a windless, steady-state fact - bitter and irrefutable.
That the artefact should act as a receptacle for routine detritus was a notable incongruity, even on that most quotidian of days. Despite its shored-up and expedient surroundings, basic opportunistic practicality seems inappropriate to its crisp geometry and concentrated radiance. Such a yellow appears to exceed mere function. Taking this into account, and also reflecting upon the distinctly artificial off-kilter positioning - the overriding impression is, once more, of some manifestation having been deliberately secreted in plain site.
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| 'Untitled 11 (Constructed City)', Acrylics, Screen Print, Paper Collage, Adhesive Tape, French Polish, Ink, Spray Paint & Pencil on Panel, 600 mm x 600 mm, 2021 |
Here's the eleventh 'Constructed City' painting, and the first to be completed in 2021. Like a lot of other things on here just recently, it's self consciously yellow - with chromatic reference to the saturated and hi-vis primaries often seen on the construction sites that inspire these pieces.