Doggerland
DESCRIPTION
Doggerland.
Waves crash.
LOVER OF STRANGERS
A path cuts through the worn grass.
I KNOW I HAVE LOST
Now the advertising posters dance, shimmer on glass, huge as the buildings.
EVERYTHING NOW PLEASE
...and we find a layering of screens, of silhouette that doesn't quite make itself out; a cross now in a field.
GOLD IN MY HEAD
Jesus... A flag ; a knotted scarf ; a book (but framed, cased under glass)...
Symbols? We might reflect on that.
Simply? This is a complex joined-up narrative of elements perceived through glass – this is found images, but images all looked-for : sought, perceived even a little in advance, where the right picture is thus in itself its own reflection.Something of all that is what you see with eyes half-silvered anyway – is no more than just that thing which we all call photography.
But this is something more than that.
For this is Doggerland.