Echos of a Day

It was a wet, dark, dismal day, light was needed yet the corridors echoed to the darkness. Wondering from room to room. My breath loud in my ears, I strained for the sound of human contact. The total emptiness was foreboding, eerie and strange. Here where my footsteps returned to me empty and hollow, I was accustomed to the ringing of laughter, groans and rustling. But all was still.................................

Entering my usual domain I found human contact at last. A stooped figure, crouched over a table, their back to me worked feverishly upon their instrument of frustration.............. the head turned slowly in recognition of my entry and as our eyes met, you could see their joy at knowing that another living, breathing soul had entered the COLLEGE!

"Oh my God I thought I was going to be the only one here today!"

 this is where my ideas are springing from, notice the top cantre photograph. the way the pipe is constructed just fascinated me...

this is one of my favorite observational drawings, although sitting on pebbles did make the event rather painfull!

I started some pen and ink drawings based on the interlocking pipe, these evoled into almost an organic element

Anyway......................................

Here's an update of my work so far on the subject of Urban development, and my delving into the world of Industrial pipes and chimneys