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Flowers in the wind

Newspaper community

Newspaper Flowers

Newspaper Spying in Ealing Broadway

Newspaper(s)

Ever since I was a kid I have always collected words found in newspapers. They could come from headlines, from random and ordinary sentences, from little advertisements located in bottom corners. They shouted at me, enlightened by my eyes that could only see these lucid words surrounded by millions of black dots.

I use to stick them in diverse places of my room that will be home for them; in half hidden places so my parents would see them. They became secret voices, individual images that were assembled, fragmented, diluted in my iris.

When my parents decided to move to a new tinny flat in the suburbs I had to get rid of all my pieces, my puzzled diary, my feelings from few months. I got angry with my parents who did not want me to take them. I enter my new naked room and started my adolescence forgetting my old fellows.

Now for 30 minutes I have felt the same excitement, the same obsession by observing peoples attitudes while searching throw paper pages words that could symbolise their moods. As I did years ago, now it was their turn to glue the words in any part of their bodies that-under their criteria- would have a meaning. Because our body is in fact our nomad room, our changing house.

"war at tolerance"


"now"


"50% discount"


" the sound of silence"


"hope"

the post-gazette hat

When I was a kid I wasn't ever very good at making things right but I always liked making paper appendages or accessories even if they fell apart eventually. Once I made a pretty fine set of paper wings that lasted almost a whole afternoon. When I would make newspaper hats, they could be anything from a pirate hat to a space helmet to whatever the president wears on his head.

Today, I made a newspaper hat after three attempts. It was a bit small so I used some string and tied it under my chin. I walked to the bank. It was the middle of the day but it was very cold and starting to snow. I passed the school and some very small kids were playing in a pile of dirt. They didn't notice me but their teacher did and she did not smile. When I got to the park behind the hospital, I hoped to see benches full of people on lunch break smoking and waiting to see my hat. No one was there but one old man who would not walk on any of the sidewalks but had no problem looking at me suspiciously. I used my camera's self-timer instead.



It was a little lonely but I don't mind much if I have a good hat.

Private Headlines

"The wall that is worth £200,000"
Wall, Winsland Steet W2




"You could always bluff it"
Phone Box, Praed Street W2




"a lack of glitter"
Drainpipe, Southwick Mews W2




"Wish you were here..."
Postbox, Sussex Gardens W2





"Fiction"
Timetable, Paddington Station




"Banish your work worries"
Commuter Train to Guilford




"abandoned in street"
South Wharf Road W2

Newspapers in Croydon

When considering how I could alter or have an effect on the area around me, for a while my mind was blank, what on earth could I do with a newspaper that would have an effect?  Whilst I was pondering this question a house in my road which I walk past every day came to mind.  On initial glance the house looks as though it has been taken over by squatters, however on closer inspection it becomes evident that, in fact, the house is lived in and not only that but its inhabitants appear reasonably wealthy.  So why on earth have there been a collection of newspapers spread across the top step in front of the house for a least the last four months? Are they just lazy? Do they have a dog and this is where it wipes its feet? Do they allow someone to sleep on the step each night? I couldn't attempt to explain why they have chosen to leave this collection of newspapers there.  However, being in public view it has caused me and possibly others to ask questions about this unusual situation.  Rather than walking down the street every day peering into the front rooms of the houses I pass, instead each day I wonder, will the papers still be there? will they have finally been cleared?  This small act or non-act continually has an effect on my journey and also possibly creates a link between myself and others as we each ask the same question.