Text from Leo Fitzmaurice exhibition at Standpoint, installed on four pieces of A4 paper.
The car I am in is travelling fast in heavy rain – any more rain it seems and the air would become water. The car passes under a bridge and, for a fraction of a second, there is complete silence, and absolute dry.
On a train leaving Liverpool’s Lime St Station I looked out, across the platforms, and saw the Liner Hotel. It appeared to moving forward too… only more slowly.
In Birkenhead I noticed a beautiful image of crashing waves, like the work of the Japanese artist Hokusai HokusaiHokusaiHokusai – the picture, though, was more vividly coloured than the traditional woodcut print. As I got closer the image revealed itself, not to be a rendition of the famous artwork, but a reflection in a severely dented metal-shutter covering one of the windows.
Walking on Parkgate promenade I noticed a group of gulls hovering, quite still, in the breeze. Directly beneath them, and facing the same way, was a white Nissan QASHQAI . All of its doors including the tailgate were open.
