Here in Paris, with his work all around me, I feel the cataracts of modern life thinning and, for a moment, the light streams in just as it did through the curved glass of my Grandad’s Beetle window, heading east into the promise of Yorkshire.
My camera is taking me beyond the threshold of time into the twill and texture of material that has been fashioned by human hands.
Here in Paris, with his work all around me, I feel the cataracts of modern life thinning...
Part of the joy I feel as I sit with a vin rouge, watching life ripple through the square, is a deeper sense of connection and gratitude
In the hope that they help others unburden and renew as much as they have for me it gives me the greatest pleasure to present - in the spirit of Hokusai - my Thirty Six Views of Beverley Minster.
This is a story that moves beyond virtual reality - one that includes the observer and a dimension of time that flows within a structure that is a portal in more ways than one.
✨ Wondering why I ask for support?
An Anxiety of Memberships