On it rumbles…
I feel like I’m really getting behind this concept. I wanted to draw on something that would be so far from my creative spectrum as possible. I’m working in fiction what if. Maybe this is the inner depth of my minds self preservation. Which generally makes me pretty boring. I’m still thinking what official direction this going
A sunny day cut short,
Morning due evaporates in your skin,
Tingle to the right
Nothing to the left
A hill could be a mountain
Voice cracks, your mouth a new shara
Your last Breath
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Author: alanwhitfield80
Hello!
I get about a bit so here about me first. I am a visual artist and poet who works within the context of fine art. My work is grounded in documentary, exploring the inner beauty of everyday life through various lens based media. Notions of nostalgia and social commentary are present, but from a definite northern working class perspective. Instinctively I exploring the townscapes of North Wales and the North West, often producing work that reflects the every day minutiae of life.
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