Si(gh)t(e) (The Old Blind School)
On Streets of Hope and Hardman,
The Old Blind School. Once a site for poor eyes,
In transition an unwitting sight for sore eyes.
Ā Flake, splinter, crack.
Ā Wooden batten and joist.
Sockets, wires, rails and pipes.
Ā Splash smear stains ā glue and water -
Brushstrokes. Palimpsestic paint.
Ā Worn torn wallpaper layers.
Fragments, hints, echoes.
Ā Scratch, scribble, line -
Traces of instruction and measurement.
Ā Arbitrary, random alpha-numerics,
Dislocated words, secret instruction,
Ā āXā marks the spot.
Hidden hearts, crepuscular stars,
Ā Soon-to-be-extinguished like
Supernatural light switches.
Ā Ghost shelves and radiators -
Fixtures and fittings of past lives.
Ā Creamy cake with bright jam filling,
Battenburgs and icebergs.
Ā Many-cratered moonscapes,
Landscapes, contours and continents.
Ā Dream time, race tracks,
Ā Jagged fiord-coastlines,
Many-tributaried rivers, furrowed fields.
Ā Mountains and mushroom cloud.
Aerial views, valleys, grids, military maps.
Ā Scars, wounds, pockmarks,
Penetrative transgressions.
Ā Dancing fire-images breaking boundaries
Of Surrealism and Abstraction.
Ā Ernst grattage, Dubuffet, and Fautrier tachisme;
Fontana slashes, Jacksonās stalactite drips.
Ā Old Moore bones, shells, rocks Ā
And Daliās entropic melts.
Ā Aged smiley with Beatle haircut,
Daddy Long Legs, weevil, whale,
Ā Eagle, cockatoo, crocodile.
Snake, reptilian Jurassic ferns.
Diplodocus and Stegosauria.
Whiskers, eyes, beak, snout.
Ā Faces, figures - human and
Wild beast ā forth from walls.
Ā Shades of Chauvet, and Lascaux,
In these troglodyte marks.
Si(gh)t(e) (The Old Blind School), (Accidental Abstracts series) 2014
The Old Blind School building, built in 1851, home to the first school of its kind in Britain, was one of the venues for the excellent āA Needle Walks Into A Haystackā exhibition, Liverpool Biennale 2014.
Despite the engaging art on display, what caught my attention most was the incidental beauty of the decaying Grade-II listed building itself. It was also formerly home to a Trade Union Centre and The Picket music venue. The building was restored earlier this year and recently re-opened as a gastro-pub.
I was glad to be able to capture, record and preserve the often beautiful, sometimes disconcerting, always evocative, accidental abstracts found around the dilapidated building, on the ceilings, floors and, primarily, walls.
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