Ⴅ unexpected evening

right on my doorstep is the

leigh art trail :

once the stuff of watercolours and oils of

estuary views, but over the years it's evolved into

a show open to artists and art of all media:  

the town is abuzz with events all week:

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last night I saw some works by 

tricia north :

she takes the discarded and changes it into something new:

her 'sewn' slate pieces defy logic:

she told me she was obsessed with zips lately:

fascination with fastenings:

reformed objects layered with tales:

wood, stitching, wallpaper and text:

a wander downstairs ⎎ different show 

cliffhanger @ synchro studios:

not on the art trail, a discovery:

nobody seemed sure what was art and what was not:

what is that? what does it feel like?

can we listen?  what does it say?

tv screens with rotating images:

electronic sounds over the chatting of guests:

a rumour that the previous owner, had hung himself right here:  

suspended: suspension:

cobwebs remain known: the artist unknown:

small step:  shallow depth of field:

fixing the holes where the rain gets in?

this artist I guessed:

not from ☝ drawn straight onto flaking paint:

but a shelf of spoons:

raw female darkness from heidi wigmore :

dipped in milky white paint:

with pencilled ladies, identities blocked:

and this ☝ my favourite of dress & drum: