Walking along the back stretch of a busy urban High Road
Loading bats facing Victorian railway cottages
Inside the residential homes, people are breathing, talking, humming, eating, dressing..the blue sky makes it look idyllic. A place of clam. It is a pity that the residents can no longer see open land and low rise architecture, as I assume was the case when the houses were first built. I will investigate.
Inside the other side, inside the shops, I sense there is haste, errands being conducted, noise, shopping; endless shopping..
The sound of my trolley echo as I pull it along. It is such a clear and sunny day. It's quiet here. The sound will change and diffuse as I enter the High Road. The sound will change yet again as I return, via a different route, with it full of miscellaneous items.
I walk out towards the smaller shops and enter the only one left that is not yet predictable, not yet labelled, not yet quite destroyed. The second hand shop is not in any way architecturally interesting, but it's ad-hoc-ness always excite me. I always manage to feel exhilarated suspense as I enter and move around in there. "What might I find?" "A piece of garment, a book of black and white illustrations, an idea..?".
I walk out with some new things to alter and wear. I am happy. I can clearly see I will feel good when I wear my new things. It's this sense of feeling and imagination I long for more. It is so rare to firstly find the time to daydream, plan and execute ideas fully and resourcefully. Too many stay as ideas in a hazy part of my 'penfind - action' tray.
I will collect these stories and scenarios and cut a slice of the urban fabric and time and create something to demonstrate, commemorate and celebrate what is often lost and gorgotten, or worse; demolished through some ill planned gentrification programme that was agreed and built purely on the basis of money.
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