The wind is cold as it blows in off the shore, numbing my hands, ears, forehead. Mast bells clink and toll and seagulls caw, rough and mocking. The wind blusters around me, buffeting my ears.
Month: February 2015
WEDNESDAY 25TH FEBRUARY 2015
The horizon is a wall of dense, unmoving mist. Even the beaches in Flushing are smothered, the odd seaside house looming like an apparition out of the gloom.
THURSDAY 19TH FEBRUARY 2015
The morning is grey and miserly, cold raindrops soaking the pavement. Sea and sky are one.
TUESDAY 17TH FEBRUARY 2015
A small yacht glides super smooth through the natural harbour between Flushing and Penryn. Warm knife through butter. The white waterside houses are blinding in the sun. Along Greenbank huge proud houses stand tall and broad, gardens sloping gently down towards the water. Fully leaved palm trees next to naked oaks, permanent breeze: soft yet […]
Towards an urban romanticism: The Antenna
Text: Bill Psarras © 2015 Everything is urban I am urbanized. Possibly lots of us and numerous layers of our experience seem to have been urbanized. By this, I mean an entangled set of practices, situations and encounters that are not only characterized by the city but they also inform what we know as the urban condition. In other words, […]
Skin and the street: Interrelations
Text: Bill Psarras © 2014 French philosopher Michel Serres (1985: 3) describes the skin as the ‘variety of our mingled senses‘. Yet for him touch is quite significant as the linking sense with the world around us. Indeed, touch and the haptic experience (hands, feet) connects the subject with the surroundings, making apparent the very personal “I” […]