HASTINGS – THE FIRST TANTALISING TASTES OF A NEW TOWN
NEW AREAS OF EXPLORATION
So given the new move to new terratories I thought it would be apt to break my visual silence with a couple of images from my first explorations of what Hastings has to offer.
INTERLUDE – visual silence? Is that physically or metaphysically possible? Can one have silence in relation to something that does not intrinsically pocess sound in the first place? Perhaps my scentence should have read: visual blindness?
Entering the heady realm of living in a new area is a bizare experience for me – as someone who generally sees the world as a series of photographs, I find that the more familiar I am with an area so the more micro the images become that I see around me. Brighton is a firm example of this as I knew its streets and buildings rather well, after 10 years of enveloping myself in its dirty glory! Instead of seeing new vista’s of interest, I would see a new stain on the floor, a interesting coloured brick in a wall or a comic item discarded amongst the pavement debris.
So starting to place foot onto virgin pavement in Hastings, I have suddenly found the visual stimulous has become more macro again as the whole environment and landscape is new and unfamiliar. This is exciting. I am, you could argue, excited. So much so that I am contemplating embarking on yet another project (to sit nicely alongside the myriad of mounting projects I have started but yet to finish!), which is soley about my initial exoploration, inspirations and sightings in, around and of Hastings.
BE PREPARED FOR A HASTINGS RELATED PUN FEST
Perhaps, through this series of photographs, I could visually conquer Hastings (1) and battle (2) with a new set of influences and images. You could even argue that I am already finding new potential images are hurtling towards my eye like an arrow (3). The potential for visual exploration is boundless and, Will_I_Am (4) excited.
Sorry. No really, I am sorry. I have brought shame upon myself – BUT in self defence, I felt the need to erradicate all Battle of Hastings related puns out of my system so they will never have to grace the pages again! I understand that it is no good apologising to you know, as, for you at least – it is too late. You have already suffered at the hand of my obismal efforts at comic whit. But, I hope you understand the mental need I had to get through it early on! I particularly wish to express shame for pun 4 – which, even for me, was sub-standard!
That is it …a small and pathetic relay of Hastings related images to wet your whistle before the onslaught begins!