Vagrant
City
A
wanderer who has no place to go, lost and lonely. A past filled with bad
decisions and selfishness or neglect and abuse? Rubbish discarded, worthless,
materialistic world, non-forgiving and taking every day for granted. Cold, damp
and dingy walking the ghostly streets of a concrete towering jungle. Urban
grey’s, blacks, browns and growing greens dashed with the electric glow of a
socially structured organism working to buy those rapidly mass produced
‘things’. Hard, crisp angles tarnished with a polluted cloud, engulfed with the
fuel of a deteriorating race.
Geometric
precision, precise and perfect forming a ninety degree angled world of clear
cut lines. An inner city lined with dangerous humans not of this world, animalistic
in their ways, unpredictable and threatening our very lives and mental awareness
every day. A shaped and mastered place with contrasting palettes of smoothly
expensive surfaces and fragile glass glazed to enchant the calm essence of the
country into the dwelling of chaos.
liz.winstanley@btinternet.com
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