I walked with Toff the whippet along the western bank of the River Tawe. It is the first time I have done so - and therefore I had a completely different perspective looking back up the valley towards home.
This is a worked land - much toil and strife and song.
There is something about this carved out land - carved by glaciers and men.
I see its beauty - the beauty and pain of past generations who believed in hard work - whose lives were short but rich in culture.
I try to ignore the plastic cartons - bags and debris dropped in contempt of it.
But this is my land.
I have made a small fresco called : Post Industrial landscape on crumpled paper - in response to the walk.
Paul.
This is a worked land - much toil and strife and song.
There is something about this carved out land - carved by glaciers and men.
I see its beauty - the beauty and pain of past generations who believed in hard work - whose lives were short but rich in culture.
I try to ignore the plastic cartons - bags and debris dropped in contempt of it.
But this is my land.
I have made a small fresco called : Post Industrial landscape on crumpled paper - in response to the walk.
Paul.
Can't put my finger on why exactly but fresco+paper+frame somehow make a perfect match.
ReplyDeleteYes - perhaps it is the association of internal decorative frescoes on plaster walls - and wallpapers and the fragility of both as they age.
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