There is something in the space between. Something about places left behind, the most mundane, views which go unnoticed.
There is something about the sadness of long lost industrial pride.
What was once the prospect of a promising future evolved into a hopelessly unprosperous past. Silent once so busy sites.
And there is something about the buzz of The City. A movement and momentum that, when viewed by a different eye, turns the present into an antiquated aspect; anachronisms which could be of any age.
Crude renderings of reality, resembling fading memories, remnants of daytime dreams, a hint of something half remembered, almost lost.
In constant flow, like jazz music – vibrating, ephemeral, syncopated.
This is what my images are about.