FRANCES KEEVIL GALLERY
I have wandered along the street, through the suburb, in the city, under the causeway, where nothing is compelling and yet everything is interesting.
Cityscapes are at once comfortingly familiar and bland. Faded corner shops, concrete civil engineering, three story walk-ups, a dash of sun, a gleem of streetlight and they are all on show.
Red bricks glow in the afternoon sun. A lamppost, street sign attached, casts its shadow on the local shop awnings. People bustle in the shopping strip at twilight.
Signs in abundance: prohibitions, orders, entreaties, seductions, an information over-supply, that don’t distract so much as animate.
We are part of it, we create it, it defines us.