A Poem By Alan Whitfield
Have you ever
Severn ways out,
just a weekend stay,
layers of family history,
is there a brick for every vacationist.
Like a bad occupation
the circle centred by the square,
Lancaster straight-laced.
Cobbles gone.
Jackdaws’ flown.
As chip fat retches eyes.
Its only one way
and its easy to say.
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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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