Bristol

Bristol like any city, seems at first more concrete than flesh. More ‘times new roman’ than handwritten. But it has its own skin, woven from hand trodden paths and machine made routes. The orderliness of the city map shows smooth lines and clipped edges, yet on the street there are fingerprints and worn stones. The city map seems to see everything, yet even here there are forgotten corners, greyed-out as empty spaces, tuned-out as background noise. The constant wanderings of the street seem to reveal the city’s secrets, yet even here there are spaces hidden from view. These are holes in the fabric of the city, but they are far from empty…