the after before

It could be said that an english man knows not the art of queue jumping but then again anybody who has lived in london over a couple of years, or for that matter a couple of weeks during the grey, wet months of the year learns quick the art of getting that last place on the bus! So in the same tradition I post the following image. A series I had begun in the last 3 months from which I intended to use one of the images for the -wald- exhibition, I now post pre-thursday's opening. The series has the working title of – can't see the marks for the method –  a small jibe at what seems so often a world full to choking with images that are nothing more than what they are, only images papering over the cracks in the very wall they hang off. Is that so bad, maybe not, but for me this is too sweet and too much sugared coating leaves you feeling sick. It seems we are fasinated in the methods and machines by which we create things to the exclusion of considering why we made them.


Can't see the marks for the method. Nr.3.  2011. andy rumball

detail – Can't see the marks for the method. Nr.3