Back when we were building our house we had a rubbish 'skip' in place to gather all the remnant building materials. I fell in love with the rusted marks on its side, and then began a series of handmade books called Urban Glyphs. These books used fragments of photographs of the marks made in urban settings - metal, concrete, plaster all showed me marks.
I termed them glyphs because they could be interpreted as some form of language or writing that we couldn't understand - but they spoke to me of language nonetheless.
Here is the first and my favourite. The book now resides in a friend's collection.
I termed them glyphs because they could be interpreted as some form of language or writing that we couldn't understand - but they spoke to me of language nonetheless.
Here is the first and my favourite. The book now resides in a friend's collection.
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