Nostalgia is a dangerous thing! Let the past be, move on and look forward!
It’s a concept I’ve pondered for a long time. By seeking information about the past, am I moving backward?
Possibly? But have you ever had a burning desire to create art inspired by the past?
I grew up in Manchester. Amidst smoke blackened cotton mills, crumbling and dilapidated. Partially derelict, ghosts of more prosperous days.
Daily I passed active, smelly mills walking to school. The contrast between these vast edifices and the green fields beyond impressed me and still does. I always felt the buildings were beautiful.
Not just the fabric of the buildings, but as a poignant reminder of success the result of suffering. Exploitation at it’s worst.
Ironically, it’s not a thing of the past. While countries such as India and China have appalling labour laws, this is as much a contemporary issue as it is nostalgic. Only the locations have changed.
Spurred by a childish fascination with their vastness tinged with sorrow at the inevitability of decay. I was inspired with renewed vigour and set on a quest. To root out images of the buildings that were the backdrop to my childhood. Now long since gone.
But I was still unsure how I wished to tackle the subject. Images were fine…but what medium to use.
This was my first attempt!
What do you think?
Me? I can see a series emerging…