I am a proper art heathen. Very little riles me more than the pontification of portentous artists blathering on about their composition, unique creativity and originality over a painting, or a photo.
As my dad says, good art is the demonstration that the artist knew precisely when to stop. (and then goes on to say that Damian Hirst should have stopped when he had the idea).
For me, it's not about flashguns, composition and nonsense, it's about what the picture tells, and with a brief explanation should make a profound statement.
The subject matter of this is a local copper mine, which I have got some great crystals out of, enjoyed researching the mining journals and old plans, knowing that we've only scratched the surface and knowing that it is in the process of changing beyond all recognition forever. My chum and I have been pushing the boundaries in there on numerous trips. Both of us almost lost our lives in there due to changeable air. The shafts are being plugged and what remains of the unrecorded engine house bases and shafts is being systematically abused and buried in concrete whilst not being recorded by the county archaeological unit. It's going to be another industrial estate, which is exactly what the county needs. Well, it's what the people behind the project need, in order to get more rich. Sadly, the county is getting poorer.
We are all familiar with HG Ordish and his photographic records of mining sites, we paw through them and note changes. This mine has changed very little since the 30's, when Ordish took this photo, for a poorly recorded mine with few documents, it's the backdrop for a magnificent steam train, bustling with excited tourists bound for a pre-ghetto Penzance, ice cream and tea treats. It is sublime.
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Who knows what was going through Ordish's mind at the time, how he felt about the place, but we can imagine the excitement and crecendo of noise as that magnificent train rumbled by.
Here we see my effort, I've been up there "looking over the fence" to see how things are being buried. Since no-one else is recording the remains which are subsequently dug up and buried, I suppose I am one of the few who profoundly regard the passing of the site in a melancholy manner.
Since Ordish's vantage point has become a part of the A30 cutting and been obscured by mature oaks, the winding house stack seemed to be the perfect monopod from which to pay respect to Ordish's original masterpiece.
This isn't supposed to be a serious entry, as it was taken with my old phone camera, however, unlike the other entries, hopefully it is one of the more thought provoking.
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Oddly enough, I am one of the few who has been in the workings when a train has gone overhead and it is a unique experience.