I reduce the constituent parts of a building, or buildings, in order to reinterpret what is in front of me.
1. Decayed dock leaves; 2. Dead leaves in discarded bottle; 3. Dead roses and sunflowers; 4. Skeletal of Magnolia leaf; 5. Tulip; 6. Remnants of discarded plastic bag; 7. Dead oak leaves; 8. Thistle in ice; 9. Carrots; 10. discarded plastic bottle; 11. discarded plastic bag.
For whatever reason, my eyes are drawn to the marks on outer walls, where a sign, notice or poster was once attached. The graphic element of the tape or glue left behind, sometimes faint, is what draws me to take a photograph, occasionally with my phone camera. What remains, at least to my eyes, is a simple art form in its own right. I shall never know what was removed.
Selected from an ever expanding image collection of individual shoes found on my travels. Each shoe has been photographed where it was found, and subsequently cut out and placed on a background colour to enhance the uniqueness of each discarded shoe. I am yet to find a matching pair. Poignantly, the red slip-on shoe (second image) was found amongst the debris of a house in Kathmandu, destroyed by the devastating earthquake which hit Nepal in 2015.
The Art of Closure.
With an increasing number of retail outlets closing down in our towns and cities windows can often be seen whitewashed or obscured by other means, after closure or during refurbishment. The glass surface offers a space for high street art, whether by accident or by intention, through simple mark-making, doodles or fluid movements. These surfaces have become a blank canvas for expression.