NYC Journal 66, “Unreal City”
Unreal City,
Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,
A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,
I had not thought death had undone so many.
Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,
And each man fixed his eyes before his feet.
-from T.S. Eliot’s The Waste Land.
photo: ©Graeme Mitchell, 2008.
photo: ©Graeme Mitchell, 2008.
photo: ©Graeme Mitchell, 2008.
photo: ©Graeme Mitchell, 2008.
photo: ©Graeme Mitchell, 2008.
photo: ©Graeme Mitchell, 2008.
photo: ©Graeme Mitchell, 2008.
photo: ©Graeme Mitchell, 2008.
photo: ©Graeme Mitchell, 2008.
photo: ©Graeme Mitchell, 2008.
photo: ©Graeme Mitchell, 2008.
photo: ©Graeme Mitchell, 2008.
photo: ©Graeme Mitchell, 2008.
photo: ©Graeme Mitchell, 2008.
photo: ©Graeme Mitchell, 2008.
photo: ©Graeme Mitchell, 2008.
Real City
I think most art is someones conceptualization of what they think art should be, or maybe what they feel others think it should be. This is real. There is no facade. Or any intention of a bottom line.
I love it. Keep doing it man. Then sell out and do shit for Coca Cola and maybe some deodorant ads for Proctor and Gamble.
Huge comment JW, thank you.
The photograph with the man in the shaded corner caught something in my emotions that artists are always trying to catch. It made me feel something, and that is good, rare art.
Wow I love the picture of the plants in the window with the trash outside. You have just won a new fan!!! great work.
Dave