Pure Gold
In a town that seems to be in flux and going through regeneration, it can be difficult to see what is prescribed as beautiful and what is beautiful, and can the sad tragedy be that of both. I find this to be a constant struggle here. Beauty as we all know is subjective, such is art. However today I did a social experiment, maybe not so much experiment but an intervention. I asked a few people these questions. These question weren’t verbally asked, as I didn’t want to seem too direct. They were hand written, as I sometimes feel that text formulated via computer is too much of a statement in it’s self, the visualisation of text from a word document or computer is mainly seen in advertisement, books, gravestones in the sense of mechanics, names all of which seem to seal fate that is permanent, that type of factuality cannot be questioned in a way that can come easy to us, at times. Hand writing however has a human formality that I believe people can relate to in a ‘more’ honest way. It’s less distant.
Above was made in-between the exchanges , a gentlemen asked that I should ask ‘what people believe in’ in relation to ‘Do you have any concerns?
One of many fantastic responses
How do you feel?
With my hands
This response is one of the most beautiful responses I couldn’t of asked for.
