February 28, 2015
February 22, 2015
The gents toilet at the West End Tap
The nature of this subject being as it is the toilet is only photographed in a mirror. The toilet itself must presumably exist but the inclusion of a mirror into the shot creates a question mark in our minds. We only get to see the cistern and the toilet seat.
Not seen in this photograph is the fact that the light only comes on in this toilet when someone enters which adding to the illusional nature of the composition.
February 18, 2015
Stage Door
Alright love, in you come. Better get a move on. Not much time to get that make up on and start warming up. I’ve hung up the new costume in your dressing room. It’s the same as the old one. Thought it was time we got you a new one. Got fed up with patching the old one up. It was more patches than original material and you’re not playing a tramp.
Oh and Roger left you a message…
February 17, 2015
February 15, 2015
Bookcase at the Bookstop Cafe
Featuring the Abandoned Sandy Shoe and Other Chinks in the Curtains of Life
Sunday afternoon at the Strugglers
We were taking a walk, Joe and I. Sunday afternoon. The Joseph Banks Conservatory had just closed so we carried on past the castle. Steve was unloading his guitar and audio kit from the car in the car park next to the Strugglers. Ascertaining that he would be starting in around 30 minutes we went in.
The fire was going and the pub oozed the perfect vision of what a British pub should be. Warm, comfortable, inviting. The banter at the bar was entertaining. Unexpected beers on a Sunday afternoon were the perfect way to ease into the evening.
In the early hours and minutes…
It’s definitely light but the world is still waking up. I go downstairs into the kitchen and boil the kettle guided by the weakly permeating rays of the sun. A robin pecks away at the bird feeder outside and two blackbirds hop around the lawn turning over leaves.
The noise of the kettle does not sit well with the calm light portrayed in the picture. Tea made I retreat upstairs leaving the kitchen quiet again.
February 14, 2015
Restricted Zone
This is a restricted zone. No unauthorised access. Personnel without appropriate permissions will be removed by armed guard, locked in the Castle dungeon and forgotten about. By order of the Bishop of Lincoln
FOR GOD’S SAKE BE CAREFUL!
unebriation
this is not a state of inebriation. a couple of glasses of red wine and a bottle of cider. It’s a friday night easing into the weekend. music generated from elsewhere in the house filters through the floor. voices accompany the guitar. its a state of unebriation.
February 13, 2015
Wragby Road as sunset approaches in February
Delicate colours here. Not much traffic. February. Freezing cold. Naked trees. Almost a hybrid of photograph and painting.
The crack
It is the role of art to make you think. It’s not always a cotton wool existence. Sometimes you have to cringe, retreat inside your outer protective layers. Grimace whilst staring illogically at what you see in front of you. Such is this crack. He knows who he is but may never acknowledge it in public.
