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Bryony

These tanks were on the street. No idea why. Probably just as amazing photo opportunities.

Hayward Gallery. London.

Organic and tactile. It was all around. Above, below, underfoot, inside and out. Clean and dirty. Dry and wet (there was a swimming pool).  Quiet and noisy. Signs and inexplicable. Tiny and huge.

It’s quite hard to describe in fact. Immersive and encompassing are key elements I think.  And contemplative.

So we all went in and had a play. Took our shoes off and relaxed. We were in it for hours. It wasn’t something you looked t, it was something to be in. To surround yourself with. To remember.

Too many snaps to show here. You can see the full set as a gorgeous flickr slideshow.

They are everywhere.

Logical that a car boot site (OK, it’s also a derelict industrial site) would have a dump containing unsellable stuff (looks sellable to me though).

The details are utterly beautiful.