Wednesday, 9 November 2011

...and it was right under my nose.

As my studio practice is developing forward I'm very interested in stains and the story  or memory they leave behind. The five photographs below are all taken from the print workshop floor at uni.
Every time I use the workshop I'm always fascinated by the dried splattered dyes that have somehow managed to make it spilt over to the floor by stressful frantic students. As an unintentional result I think its, amazing and beautiful, and no matter how many times I see it I'm always intrigued by it.












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