Image 1 40 am
'Between the dark and the daylight, when the night
is beginning to lower, comes a pause in the
day's occupations, that is known as the Children's Hour.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The work is a juxtaposition of archive, collage and new images revolving around the theme of identity and belonging. This piece of work could be considered a metaphorical self-portrait representing how I feel about the word 'home'. The archive images are childhood images and the new images were created within my home town of Ashbourne, Derbyshire. The occasional collage image was created by hand and then onto Photoshop using both the archive and new images.
Image 1 40 am was made into a self-publication, which included this poem to create a narrative throughout.
Where the Sidewalk Ends - Shel Silverstein
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the suns burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the puts where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.