Holbeck
Urban Wandering – 23rd June 2016
An urban wandering
to find some more Northern shapes, inspired by the view from the train leaving
Leeds.
Transcript:
23.06.2016, en
plein air, Granary Wharf
I didn’t do the
wander I’d anticipated. In the end the bus I got only went to the Bus Station,
not City Square, so I got off there & wandered via Call Lane. I returned to
my old haunt of the path by the canal near Brasserie Blanc. It was great to be
doing an art project while the skirts and suits were in their offices. Then I
walked down Water Lane to Tower Works. Very gentrified now; offices and open
spaces, but a very peaceful and welcoming space. I ate my sandwich and sketched
the shape of the towers, nearby offices and Bridgewater Place. You can get out
onto the canal there, too, which I never knew. Lots of railway signal gantries as
that’s where the main line to London leaves the city. I’d intended to go look
at Temple Works but I walked by the canal a little way instead, and
photographed the reflections. I was thinking about this idea of how much of an
actor you are in an artwork? How much of an actor are you in a generative
wandering? If you let yourself deviate from your intended path, have you lost
control or gained the point of wandering? You can always go somewhere else
another day. Wandering heightens your sense of place and your perception of
shape. I thought it would be difficult to wander somewhere I didn’t know, but
you just have to open yourself to the experience.
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Tower Works |
I’d taken a
rubbing of a door at Tower Works and wrote the above transcribed text onto that, although it was
really a bit dark to write into. It was written at the end of my wander, sitting
on a bit of grass, surrounded by bars with office workers eating and drinking
al fresco. By chance I had wandered into the world of others at their
lunchtime. I felt a bit like I was moving amongst them as an interloper, a
ghost. I hadn’t realised how many offices there were nearby, and there were
many workers taking the chance to walk in the warm sunshine – it was about 22
degrees – and to have a cheeky drink with their colleagues. I began to wonder
about their stories. There was a group of six women who strode out as I sat
sketching, chatting twenty to the dozen. They were on the way back when I
strolled further up the towpath, and I guessed they did this most days, come
rain or shine. What did all these office
dwellers do? Who was in with the in crowd and who was out? Did they even notice
me sitting sketching and writing? Were they all as cheesed off with their jobs
and daily grind as I was when I worked in Finance in the city centre?
It was a gorgeous
sunny day, a day when it’s really good to be alive. Oh how different life felt
the next morning. I took over a hundred photos, including Leeds Minster in use
as a Polling Station. Without intending to, I had recorded the quotidian in
image, sketch and text on the day of the EU Referendum.
In some ways I can
hardly bear to look back on the photos as they seem to represent the last day
that things were (vaguely) sane, but at the same time they present compelling
evidence to support my ever-growing belief that each day is gently laying down
the heritage of the future. That day certainly did.