Saturday 8 December 2012

Elizabeth Jane Winstanley

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.
 
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