The sculpture exhibition in Salts Mill (see yesterday) is displayed in a relatively unrenovated part of the mill. The far end of the room led into an even more 'raw' area, full of peeling paint, dust and debris. That was barred off for safety but I could see enough to compose a few photos. To be honest, I found this more stimulating than the exhibition. (Maybe I'm odd!)
These spaces seem to me to be alive with the ghosts of the folk that laboured here over more than a century to produce the fine wool cloth for which the mill was renowned.
My pareidolia - that uncanny ability to find faces and recognisable shapes in random or chaotic stimuli like clouds - had a field day in here. I can see a pretty good rendition of the world map below!
Something beautiful about that neglected space, it speaks of past and potential.
ReplyDeleteIn my opinion that "map" beats the works of art in the previous post...! ;)
ReplyDeleteI see the world there too. Cool.
ReplyDeleteI love that your art photos capture the many layers of meaning with the layers of paint peeling. I only see the old world...no Americas on your map. Perhaps that means the most to me.
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