watchsmith repairs omega inherited from grandfather, Damascus. illustration from 'Anatomy for the Artist', Jeno Barcsay. on the occasion of my father's 59th birthday, 19th June 2010

This place felt like it really was on the edge of the wild world

I’ve a series in development, early stages, that looks at travel: movement of the subject through space. It’s about the condition of being, the aesthetics, the emotional states we cross, rather than the politics as such. There will be text, drawing, ephemeral evidence of passage, at least I think there will be and that’s how I’m planing it at this stage.

This is a retrospective post. Film through the convoluted return to light- the eye and the brain, the meter and mechanism, the x-ray bag the luggage hold, the train the lab, the developer and scan, the disk the hard drive the applications, the wordpress web architecture, and the php back and forth across the pond to the server.

The post title I wrote whilst in Beirut. It’s hard to recapture the wonder I found again when I came across these places on the edge of west Beirut. So here are some of the photos. There will be a gallery up on one of the pages to your right, it might even be soon. The crumbling lived in, the worn out used still used, these tend to fascinate. Also, hollowness, containers, the insides out. Occupation.

So disassociated till now the text and the image, here is provisional integration #1.