This is a postscript really, to my last post here. I’m writing it because it feels important to me to acknowledge how disappointed I’ve been feeling since the end of last week, when I went to photograph ‘ Bread and Roses.’
The rain unusually, had managed to find its way in and I was presented with a very different landscape from the one I’ve been documenting over the past year.
The bread and roses are a sodden mess, swamped in water – sludge and smears and a real sense of ugliness has developed. The rain water had clearly been sitting around for a while and the entire assemblage stank when I lifted the plastic box away. The irony, as I said in my last post, has not escaped me – that this should have happened this week of all weeks. Can it get any closer to reflecting what has been going on in British politics these past few days?
