◧◨ down my street or yours

there's something unchanged about garages:

unnoticed:

memories of kicking a football

against the locked shutters:

wondering what's inside?

as kids, the garages on our council 

estate were a meeting place:

strewn crisp bags and dandelion flowers:

the first time I visited Tate Modern

I saw a small painting on wood:

not oil or watercolour, but Humbrol:

the artist ~ George Shaw:

scenes from the passion by George Shaw 2002:

this intricately rendered image resonated 

with me:

six years later I visited a gallery in Bethnal Green

to see more of his work:

'Woodsman 2009' 

where first & last things sound the same:

time standing still:

the broken drain:

 hauntingly familiar:

no returns:

easily missed when of neutral mind:

spaces we would have played in as kids:

where adults didn't go:

simple times:

on Sunday I was delighted to find a two page

interview with the artist:

finally an article telling more about him:

monet of the midlands:

all I have to do now, is plan a trip to 

Baltic to see the exhibition: