the texture of a city

becalmed
 the sullen ties that bind me to this place
becoming
dust
detritus
and decay 

I see ghosts
move
beyond
the blackened brickwork
smiling into space
as I remember

I am
the texture
of a city.


 

 

 

 

 







 

 

 

 

the doors of perception

If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is: Infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro' narrow chinks of his cavern.

Aldous Huxley

straw dogs

the exhibitionists

And so at last the culmination of this term's work at our photography group.  Our pop-up exhibition of prints has already gone on show at The Ruin in Digbeth and will shortly go 'on tour' at Touchbase Pears in Selly Oak. Today the venue is The Midlands Art Centre opposite Edgbaston Cricket Ground.

It's a busy Sunday afternoon and we face fierce competition on three fronts from a magnificent display of 1970s Handsworth selfies, a haunting study of young girls living in strife-torn South Sudan and an international photography exhibition curated by the Royal Photographic Society.

We still manage to pull in a steady stream of visitors who make suitably appreciative noises!  Well done to all involved and a very special mention to our course tutor, Kate Green without whom none of this would be possible.

Finally, the exhibition, and this post, is dedicated to the memory of Jackie, a former member of the group who died recently.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

man against machine

 the battle starts here!