Floating in the air
In which we look up to the sky
Following up from last week’s ink polaroids: some photos. This batch: gliders, at Kilburn.
A homage to loading screens.
In which we look up to the sky
Following up from last week’s ink polaroids: some photos. This batch: gliders, at Kilburn.
In which we describe the wintry countryside
Struggling, out of breath, up steep steps up a hillside; turning back and looking down to snap a quick photo. Reaching the top, and turning again to adore the view; gasping for breath in the cold January air. Wandering along the clifftop, past all the other Sunday walkers, and watching gliders taking off: the growl of the winch cutting out, then the whistle of the towline falling to ground, and the glider passing quietly overhead. A random dog jumping up my leg, as I stop to take a photograph of the glider.
In which we talk about art and anonymity
Over the years I’ve had all sorts of plans for art projects which have never quite got off the ground. So I’ve never had to answer the question: how would I feel if I did something Artistic, which became famous all over the place, but nobody knew it was me who did it.