Saturday, 29 September 2012

Back to Bradford in a shower of rain

Bradford Art college glamorous front door. 

The baths behind the Alhambra theatre

Ferry bridge west Yorkshire cooling towers to create electricity the cooling towers cool down creating water that then is pumped around to create electricity then steam, then water again, burning coal on the way so a bit of a waste of heat energy in all the process. Solar panels could be a good idea in stead of this process. With manufacturer industry at the end of history in this country would mean less energy is needed.

Take a short cut through the Cathedral just after 5pm and you end up accidentally locked in to the walled garden that surrounding the cathedral. Playing with blossom and throwing it in the air was the only way out. Then a lady from the gallery who happened to be putting something on in the evening arrived and made a huge attempt to try and open some electric glass sliding doors to the cathedral area when she realised we were locked in. We cut through the gallery and went down some stairs and out the other side.

Men's Bath house, communal bathing once upon a time.

 Poster board of Galloway on a poster board of the Islamic community in Bradford city centre.
Galloway looks like he is on the phone. The political stall is placed in front of the T-mobile shop

Bradford wet centre is filled with an giant puddle. The only green in the puddle shaped square, was an outdoor video screen of a snooker game.

Here I am in front of the big puddle which for all its expensive oddity has cheered me up.

 The sponsor must be a mobile phone company by the looks of these tower like sculptures that sit with the giant puddle.

I am trying really hard to read this shop sign it is written in black on black. I think it says alibaba.

The words "create" written down the side of the Bradford art college beside the desk in the room I would have sat at, doing a sort of illustration/printmaking degree.

Blossom at the Cathedral in Bradford.

I am in the film museum with some old television studio cameras.

Standing in front of a green screen at the film museum in Bradford with my rainbow pride post cards.
The green part of the post card has gone transparent and you can see behind the green on the cards. I chose the 10 Downing street backdrop so it looks like I am about to head over the road and give the Prime Minister the Pride post cards.

The old sand stone bricks lay neglected and unhappy.

Perfect studio space with front doors on every level.

Chimney tower, they use to be all over Bradford. The industry is over, so they are pulled down or taken down brick by brick.

These two chimneys were peeking over the hill, as we drove past on the road. They belong to the power station.

Police sit and wait for trouble, on a busy shopping street, where all the religions are out pamphlet  competing.

Now this is what I call an art studio.

High street inflation goes up in colour and cartoon characters float around.

You can win a place in heaven with your loved one. Just learn this book off by heart and follow it word for word.

Hello Kitty, floats off, out of the shopping streets.

The Marmite truck, on the motor way at dusk.

Mini Market on the high street with Hubbley bubbley's in the window

"Pawnbrokers" and "To Let" shops on the High Street.

Bradford, "Big Puddle"!!!!, similar style of public sculpture thinking to towns in Australia with there big Prawns, Cheeses, Golden Guitars, things that the isolated place, is famous for. The big puddle means that Bradford must be famous for there puddles. This big puddle likes teasing people one second you can walk across it, then with out warning, it starts to get deeper. Children love it. The thrill of running out and getting wet trainers is very exciting. 

City sky scrapping it.

High street paving it.

Cut off.

Family posting a letter.

Preaching it.

Tree life after industrial revolution. 

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