Please note that this blog is now exclusively dedicated to the subject of bricks.

I apologise, but this was an inevitable outcome. Following a protracted period of internal deliberation regarding the disposition of all art-related content, I have reached the decision to pursue my primary interest: the collection of bricks.

[ID: Two images. The first is a photo of a brick wall, with bricks in shades of red, some darker brown or black, and a few pale white or cream, but most faded red.

The second is the same as the first, but with slightly transparent purple font that looks like paint added overtop of the bricks that reads, “it/its”.

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I am now a collector of bricks

More specifically, of named bricks.  The names are stamped into the brick, and provide a roll call of our industrial heritage - of hundreds of brickworks, but also collieries and railways.  They range in colour from the deep slate blues of Staffordshire to soapy whites from Suffolk. Seen en masse they are a work of art.

The collection now numbers over 400 unique bricks, a portion of which is shown above.  It's the result of a lifetime of rooting around post industrial sites, scavenging for a well preserved example before the rest is crushed up into hardcore. Alas I can't take the credit - the hard work was put in by Michael Dunn, who kindly sold me his collection.  I have added a few specimens - mostly soft southerners so far. They may not be strong, but they sure look nice.