The exercise asks that 12 to 24 brief observations are made during a short walk or journey in a similar manner to Richard Long’s ‘Textworks’. Once the observations have been gathered they are to be presented in the learning log. The student is to examine the manner in which the text is presented as a means of expression. The student is referred to Ed Ruscha, Barbara Kruger, and Mark Titchner
In this journey to and from the dentist, I made the observations onto a notepad; these notes were then typed up at the end of the journey; they are presented as follows
Road flows to Field flows to Shore flows to Sea flows to Land flows to Mountains flows to Sky
Cyclists bright yellow jacket
Against brown and grey buildings
Statues and seagulls gaze down impassively as I walk slowly by.
Volcanic Stone Crags
Tower over the city
Stopped clock right twice a day
Three colours of grey for the pavement hopscotch all the way to the hospital
Happy tourists, unimpressed locals
Sun has gone, rain has come. Faces looking down at phones
Wet pavement reflects shiny shoes.
Amongst the forest of high rise buildings, trees stretch for the morning light
Dark street. Dead end
Bright light. Dentist.
Multitude of Windows
An ambulance rushes by
A million points of reflected light
Georgian church on the corner
Graveyard becomes a festival market
4 beggars outside
Church sign says try praying
Overlooked by the castle
3 red buses
3 blue bus
Tram swishes by
1 white bus
Green bus mine
Pass ancient graveyard
People buried halfway up a wall
Princes street distance
Hotel, column, the disgrace
Ignored for the Ferris wheel
Kaleidoscope of colours
Parked tour buses
Behind grows a park
Filled with bushes and the displaced.
The building declared Art in 15 feet high white letters
Inside insurance and taxes are adjusted
Willowbrae, Flats contents out on the street, the mattress stains a blotch amongst the colours
Home of the part worn tyre sale.
We pass the edges of the city
Poor pushed out to here
New construction mixes with old graffiti
Who will last longest?
Identikit houses, abandoned Asda shopping trolley on 2nd roundabout
The bus takes both lanes on the 3rd roundabout
New houses go up
Gardens are landscaped
The communal pond fills up with rain and groundwater
But the iron framework of the dog racing track continues to rust, never finished
Stuck in a traffic jam, or part of the traffic jam?
Looking out of the bus window, I see
Frustrated drives gripping steering wheels or wiping mouths
A happy dog walks by.
Drive slowly it says
School ahead it says
Slow down they say
Man in a van tailgates the bus.
Their hurry over everyone else.
Hedgerow and bus stops fly past
Express bus now.
New house’s float on a bed of brick and concrete, a dream is born it advertises.
Market town, market street, bus stop
Fatigue burns my body, nerve pain drives thousands of fishhooks into my legs pulling flesh. My feet burn, hot coals, shoulders push against crutches; step, breathe, rest, repeat
all the way home.