Traffic. So much traffic. Coaches, buses, visitors, tail backs as they try to negotiate the hedge bounded – granite – twisty lanes.
And red-hot pokers framing the bridge.
I started to play with re-appropriating the site, performing for camera, inserting self into landscape, the beginnings of a project I will follow up on later. A politicised landscape. I’m thinking of painting, of images to deconstruct how we read landscape – the landscape of leisure – which takes me back to the frame, to images, to French realism – the rural as playground for the urban bourgeoisie and the exaltation of the countryside at the time of the industrial revolution – I’m struck by the obvious paradox standing in the midst of a post-industrial landscape, almost post-farming landscape.
Bonjour M. Courbet – le flanêur.