Tree Balls (again)
Tag: UK
Where to find pedestrians
Stair
Shadow
Given the strong shadow against the building, I thought this might make a good black and white image. But it turns out I prefer the colour version.
Glasses
I went, with a number of my classmates, to a private view at the new Michaell Hoppen gallery opening in Holland Park a couple of weeks ago, for one of our most interesting lecturers, Ori Gersht. I was struck by the collection of shiny objects at the drinks table.
West Hampstead
A train trip to North London.
Waterloo(k)
Whilst waiting to meet my wife for the train home, I was taken by the wavy reflections of the many passersby on the floor of the station whenever the sun shone in brightly through the skylight. Thus end the series of photographs from my London excursion 3 weeks ago in mid-October.
Skate Park Graffiti
I don’t know the history but there are several graffiti areas in the vicinity of Waterloo Station and the Southbank. I’ve previously shown the graffiti tunnel. I found more along the River Thames edge that had been turned into an open air, underground skate park.
London and the City
Walking back to Waterloo station on the Southbank and the sun came out illuminating the dome of St Paul’s, I stopped to take an in-camera jpeg sweep panorama.
Gallery
Finally get to see myself in the window of a London Gallery – alas, it’s only my reflection (nor was it really a gallery – it looked more like a hotel lobby to me).
Sculpture of the Artist
There’s more going on here than meets the eye. Below this statue on the plinth is found a plaque reading, “Non Plaudite, Modo Pecuniam Jacite,” which translates from Latin as, “Do not applaud, just throw money,” perhaps a comment on the assumption of the art world into that of commerce so nearby?
I discovered this piece changes in response to the viewer at Atlas Obscura (although I did not witness any change myself).
Architecture
An example of newish architecture coordinating with its surroundings, perhaps.
Seeking the bubble reputation
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms;
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lin’d,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper’d pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well sav’d, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion;
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Karl Marx Walking Tour
ReVoltairean Concept
Continuing my walk along the South Bank after seeing the Sugimoto exhibit at the Hayward Gallery, I came again to the Tate Modern with, for some reason, this quotation from the end of Voltaire’s Candide struck in lights on a frame at the back of a lawn where pigeons flatly rested. Uncanny.
Tree and Wall
This scene looked like it might have potential for the series Urban Tree Portrait but I couldn’t get the right distance and angle for the image I wanted.
Pigeons
Liminal Spaces
In the last post, I discussed liminal spaces, a subject that we have been discussing in my Photography MFA class. Imagine my delight in finding the Limin restaurant! (Click either image below to see them both enlarged – you may have to click the post title first if you’re seeing this in an email).
Heterotopia?
I’ve often posted here before on weird, open spaces, often called liminal spaces, that are neither here nor there, in between, on the threshold of elsewhere. A related concept is Foucault’s heterotopia, which I’ve also explored in earlier posts. Here, a look at a concrete terrace outside the Hayward Gallery cafeteria, separating it from the Waterloo Bridge. Get ready – more are coming.
Sugimoto Space
And, as always when I’m visiting a museum or gallery, I’m as interested in the space and the geometry as in the art exhibited (and finding some place for my reflection). Click any of the images below to see them full-size.
