I love lights. Tea lights, fairy lights, traffic lights, Christmas lights, Northern lights. Lights. Lamps, candles, chandeliers. Symbolic or literal, photons are magical. So I felt compelled to take a shot of this display at House of Fraser today.
These two nice people let me take photos inside their big red mobile library today.
The alien terrain also known as beetroot on foil.
‘You don’t see the stars in the day. It doesn’t mean they’re not there’. Cary Grant in the Bishop’s Wife. This was the film screened by Stirchley Happenings at Stirchley Community Church this year.
I visit this little vase to cleanse my eyes.
I wouldn’t want to be responsible for the stock-take at this stall.
I have been experimenting with a very basic form of glitching. For me, the main appeal of glitch art is colour. I have combined this with a photograph I took of the old Birmingham Central Library. I love this brutish concrete building more than any other in the world, but my photographs have never portrayed the beauty I see in it. Using a glitch generator has reaffirmed how amazingly bold this structure is, as the concrete Ziggurat asserts itself whatever the distortion.
Come to Birmingham, walk along Hurst Street and towards the dilapidated end you will find this beauty.
I think the project that inspired these bold shutters folded, as nothing ever happens here and they are never open. This doesn’t stop me from creating my own preposterous stories of what might happen behind the red octagon.
