‘Union’ (The Brotherhood Church, Stapleton, North Yorkshire, 2011)
‘Moss Wheel’ (The Brotherhood Church, Stapleton, North Yorkshire, 2011)
‘Kettle & Corrosion’ (The Brotherhood Church, Stapleton, North Yorkshire, 2011)
‘Tom Ferris’ House’ (The Brotherhood Church, Stapleton, North Yorkshire, 2011)
It has been suggested that those of us who love the derelict aesthetic are sentimentalists, that we are somehow hankering after a lost age. But I feel that the very opposite is true. Visions of impermanence remind us that whoever we are and whatever we’re doing ‘this too shall pass’; it is vain and all too often dangerous to think otherwise. Once we have accepted the transient nature of all things, the anal, grabbing, possessive folly of consumer society looks completely and utterly ridiculous. We do not suffer from loss, but from our inability to let go.
Percy Bysshe Shelley knew full well that time is the great leveler…
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
`My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!’
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away”.
Do not hanker after things. Beyond shelter, warmth, companionship, a full belly and a comfortable pair of shoes there is only bling and entertainment; the question you must ask yourself is ‘Who suffers for yours?’