Glasgow: The Dead End of Culture, 2007. John Miller Galleries, Newcastle, 2007.
Glasgow, sandstone and grey colour my recollections of a town that is warm in its hospitality, especially to the visitor. The city's identity is a complex weave of religion, sport, humour and generosity, ‘it’s miles better’ than anywhere else. Retrospectively, I have never truly left Glasgow, and after twenty five years, my connection and attachment to the place is probably stronger than it was when I migrated to Australia in 1991.
On a field trip back to Glasgow, 2007 it was obvious to me that the urban landscape of the Calton, my psychological home, was in a state of transition. Town planners and developers were, and still are, knocking down old structures and rebuilding in order to gentrify and capitalise on Glasgow’s inner-city commodity value. Well-fostered memories that have maintained an attachment to place are threatened by progress. Ironically, I record the facades of tired buildings with my digital camera, where recessed within the bricks and mortar are memories of dead parents and of time gone by. Documenting a fading sense of place, my family history and the colour of my soul are reflected in the graffiti-clad, condemned doorways that are reminders of all that will be lost when the buildings come down and the streets have no names.