A CHAIR - 7pm
Above: On my reluctant return to the estate from slow, curious meanderings, I would often make a detour and circle Alwyne Square.
Superimposed is the figure of beauty in despair - the sudden glimpse of mortality.
Below: A chair. My grandad's chair...after his death, no-one must sit there; a stranger's chair, aquired in Vauxhall; sitting there, clutching the arms, perplexed. Where ? And how ? Wondering when ?
Superimposed is the figure of beauty in despair - the sudden glimpse of mortality.
Below: A chair. My grandad's chair...after his death, no-one must sit there; a stranger's chair, aquired in Vauxhall; sitting there, clutching the arms, perplexed. Where ? And how ? Wondering when ?
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A CHAIR - 7pm
Above: On my reluctant return to the estate from slow, curious meanderings, I would often make a detour and circle Alwyne Square.
Superimposed is the figure of beauty in despair - the sudden glimpse of mortality.
Below: A chair. My grandad's chair...after his death, no-one must sit there; a stranger's chair, aquired in Vauxhall; sitting there, clutching the arms, perplexed. Where ? And how ? Wondering when ?
Superimposed is the figure of beauty in despair - the sudden glimpse of mortality.
Below: A chair. My grandad's chair...after his death, no-one must sit there; a stranger's chair, aquired in Vauxhall; sitting there, clutching the arms, perplexed. Where ? And how ? Wondering when ?
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A CHAIR - 7pm
Above: On my reluctant return to the estate from slow, curious meanderings, I would often make a detour and circle Alwyne Square.
Superimposed is the figure of beauty in despair - the sudden glimpse of mortality.
Below: A chair. My grandad's chair...after his death, no-one must sit there; a stranger's chair, aquired in Vauxhall; sitting there, clutching the arms, perplexed. Where ? And how ? Wondering when ?
Superimposed is the figure of beauty in despair - the sudden glimpse of mortality.
Below: A chair. My grandad's chair...after his death, no-one must sit there; a stranger's chair, aquired in Vauxhall; sitting there, clutching the arms, perplexed. Where ? And how ? Wondering when ?
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