The River Hull twists and turns from Wolds Spring of Ancient Human settlement grown to village & town, into green & yellow farming country
Flowing through Holderness, cutting earth of clay & chalk, channels form of waters energy along this River of contrast as it weaves the River Hull Valley
Its waters flow Emerald Green into Turquoise Blue until Humber’s tidal bulge mixes rivers stream of cloudy Brown clay & banks of thickened mud, brick concrete & steel
Rivers energy supports what little remains of nature by wake of agricultural desolation, this landscape of Modern Man segregated, fenced & stripped bare, continuing the status quo of conquest & control, violent oppression of histories brutal few
For 20 miles the River flows of empty naked landscape, until flowing into the congested urban platform & stage of Modern Man, the polluted Industrial City of Humanities acceptance
From cracks of concrete & brick, along channels of rusted steel, saturated with pesticides & chemicals, “nature” seeps through gaps of grey anchoring to any vestige offered her to re grow and cleanse this earth scorched of industry & over production
Humanity too seeps from the seams of Cities industrial cage, the River as “we” of nature’s creation, undeniable our subconscious energy, the call of nature & humanities collective spirit to break free of our shackles and live again
As green shoots of nature’s vine break vista of monotonous industry with life & green leaf, the hand of humanity echoes the same cry of Self Expression which illuminates the industrial banks reflecting inner natures despair
Art & Person intrinsic, from patterns on cave walls of the first of us to the brush strokes of Vincent, the eye of Picasso, Leonardo’s Architectural Mechanics all forms of Human expression reflections of their time & place, the canvas now the forgotten Architecture of City’s past & urban decay
The Modern Artist the individual, the thinker, the dreamer, the outsider, the defacer, the vandal of society’s fractured veil, persons who create in coloured geometry of painted vapour to hard forgotten walls, revealing truth hidden in plain site
At that place in time they stand in a moment on Rivers bank spraying art of the new age, reflecting life & self in their time & place, our human story in Art told by many minds & media
The time not one of hope and discovery but of distrust and twisted truth, the art of this chapters telling filled with sarcastic cynicism reflecting the damaged heart & environment of Modern Mans making, abused and used, hurting in the Cage of broken City dreamt and created for them to exist
Their Art remains long after their day for all to see but few care to look, as with the River which runs through it, unseen & unloved, surplus to Modern Mans desire, then, no more than a waste run of industry & agricultures by product
Importance of waters energy, the gift of life, largely forgotten to hearts & minds of the day until inevitably re known to all by necessity, as the river flows into tomorrow lessons of cause & effect are learnt
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