One big holiday in Starbucks
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no work of art can survive and not become a valuable property
no work of art can survive and not become a valuable property
Snap Focus
Snap Focus
Can we get what we paid for?
Can we get what we paid for?
One big holiday in Starbucks
I reluctantly hang up my call and walk inside. I collect my large, iced mocha with cream, whilst staring down an empty seat. I open my laptop and panic internally, then drink half my coffee in one go and let my jittery fingers type erratically whatever comes to mind. The words aren’t great but at least they exist.
This is the service to...
I found myself on the empty carriage, with a camera in hand, having to force muscle memory to work. I was disassociating from impending deadlines and trying to disassociate from the holidays just gone. Colours ebbed and flowed as I lugged my suitcases up and down escalators. Art became easier again after that day.
no work of art can survive and not become a valuable property
I have a box of prized possessions; it usually resides at home next to several other boxes of hoarded objects. Inside this one is a tiny roll of kitchen paper, which I displayed in my first art exhibition at university, almost 5 years ago. It was in this exact room, in the same corner. Which of us has aged better?
Snap Focus
I have thousands of images; of things we’ve all seen before, things only I have seen, and things that serve as a reminder of what I’ve experienced through the lens. Most of these are thrown in boxes and folders, and the rest are displayed here. These show the moments in between. The most important moments for me.
Can we get what we paid for?
I’m looking for something to cover the hole. Mary suggests we search the bins for anything handy. There are offcuts, scraps, and dust. I find two sheets of plastic in the bins and cut them down to size. I snap the top edge of one and it cracks in the wrong place. The second one is fine. We’ve now come full circle.