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Kanaal 4/7 by Tim Allen

This out of the whole project, has to be my favourite for the colours and gentle subtlety of it.

Inspired by Dan Hays’ take to art, i decided to delete certain sections of my work to distort the image.

In doing this through Photoshop, the software blended the image across the deleted section in a variety of ways in which i chose, to fill the void that would have been there.

This was to imply how altered our perception of a scene can be through technology, and how we only get an impression of what was originally there.

At the end of a day by Tim Allen

Quotes for Quenching – 26

“Men always want to be a woman’s first love; women like to be a man’s last romance.” —Oscar Wilde I told her she best assure herself that nails will be enough, Because a lock on the casket would never keep me inside Of course we both laugh because if they were to close it, I probably would be too late to the event to actually be inside She told me to just bury everything, knowing I’m too busy;…

I know I’m nearly home when I start to see the cooling towers of energy plants.  That’s when the smirk spreads across my face and I sink into the driver’s seat knowing I’m halfway there.  The impressively endless plains of the South are behind me and the more characteristic hills of the industrious North are up ahead.  

Upon a spontaneous decision to leave a day prematurely I loaded up the car.  There’s something strange about seeing your entire life’s possessions easily slotted into the back of a vehicle within 10 minutes.  But it’s nice.  It’s efficient.  It’s simple.  Which is what this journey is all about.

After a 20 mile detour deeper into the Norfolk Broadlands to thank a landlord/landlady couple who had taken me under their wing recently, I commenced the journey up the spine of England.  A journey I usually detest but this time found oddly peaceful.  No deadlines.  No pressure. No enemies.  No headaches.  No exams.  No worries.  BBC Radio 4′s documentaries on satanic rituals and painfully false detective dramas were very welcome.

It was weird to have a full three lane motorway to myself for miles at a time, like visiting Medieval ruins that you know were once a bustling hive but are now forgotten.

I am struggling with the idea of this blog.  Most great sights will be seen from behind a wheel where it is both dangerous and illegal to use a camera.  Pulling over to photograph every sight will also make my progress somewhat mollusc-like, especially as I inevitably obsessively photograph everything from roadkill-of-the-week to cloud formations that bring a lump to your throat.  What about video diaries?  I can’t do something so narcissistic.  A book?  I can’t knowingly do something that’s such a waste of time.  Facebook updates?  Defeats the purpose of being alone.  Yet it would be truly criminal to do something so potentially awesome without sharing or documenting it in some form.  So a good friend of mine recommended Tumblr.  And here we are.  It appears even I cannot completely deactivate one’s human social instinct. 

First, a week at home preparing and seeing the family.  Come back soon.