Can a landscape have its soul stolen by a photograph? Does the place in the frame become a little thinner every time it is snapped and shared?
The reason I ask is because of a quote I read recently on another blog – Landscapism.org – in a post on ‘Deep topography’, which stopped me in my tracks.
As a child of second-hand booksellers I had ready access to books and their offshoot – bookmarks. I recently rediscovered a box filled with some that once upon a time I had hoarded.
Crumbling ruins, moonlight, tree-lined walks, bats flitting, owls hooting, wolves howling, trapdoors and darkling cellar stairs…
Ever since I can remember I’ve been attracted to things that might be termed ‘Gothic’. For that reason I have been looking forward enormously to the latest exhibition at the British Library: Terror and Wonder – The Gothic Imagination.
To celebrate the 256th anniversary of William Blake’s birth. Curiocity – the map magazine –organized a Blake themed walk around Soho, Covent Garden and Piccadilly.
As a reader some books are inevitable. Recently I finally got around to reading one that had nagged at me for years. As I plunged in it felt like meeting an old friend.
Robert Hughes on Goya Crazy Like a Genius, was, well Genius. Fantastic television and a reminder of just how good a critic the late Hughes was.
Grrr vs Ahhh during the London Olympics.