Recently we were paired up and asked to produce a joint or linked works. My partner was a very lyrical photographer (she still is in fact). She had a cutting from the free paper about photographs in the orifices of condemned houses. We went in search of them, had a good conversation and both produced responses to where we found ourselves and what we saw.
A lovely play ground where the child’s imagination is unfettered by culturally stereotyped playthings.
My collaborator suggested a long stripe as the style for mounting our respective photos. Mine just seemed to fall in line, and besides I can never resist a good narrative, so here is the story of that walk on the chilly, damp 29th of February.