Grim Art Group

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#GrimArt - the beauty & value of the everyday, the ordinary & the overlooked; industrial landscapes, whippets & wastelands, red bricks & rust. #art #photography

You’ll probably have encountered J.F’s more well know work featuring sheep in stunning twilights …but must admit, rather like this more impressionistic work 😍 … A Wet Walk Home by Joseph Farquharson (1846-1935) #Art

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The Creaking, a poem written by Ian McMillan for the Outsiders Project on homelessness and substandard housing. You can see him reading the poem in the art video ‘Stuck on the Spin Cycle’ which is in the touring exhibition.

OUTSIDERS
 THE CREAKING
 Listen to that dawn chorus, that afternoon chorus,
 That evening chorus; doors, stairs, beds and minds
 Creaking. They say if you listen hard you can hear
 Damp creaking as it shifts across walls, leaving its mark,
 Leaving its signature. In an uncomfortable bed in a room
 That seems to hiss like a snake a boy in a wool hat
 Is dreaming. Something creaks as it walks towards him
 And it seems to be singing frightening songs in a language
 Constructed from creaking: grammar, syntax, vocabulary
 All creaking under weight of meaning. This whole block
 Creaks like the architect's drawings never did. That girl's
 Breath dances in the damp air like a ghost might, slowly.
 That man's bones creak as the year turns like someone
 At the door who has forgotten the rest of the bad news.
 That woman weeps and yes, the weeping sounds like
 Creaking. And yet creaks can be silenced, if we want to,
 If we want that silencing badly enough. Listen: no creaking.
 lan McMillan

No i na koniec podróży znów znalazłem się przy puławskich Azotach. Jako że zrobiło się już całkowicie ciemno, nadażyła się okazja do zrobienia kilku "przemysłowych" zdjęć. To wszystko. Pozdrawiam ;)

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