bristol . city of waking dreams


late 97, I can’t remember exactly, but it wasn’t cold enough to be winter, I remember wearing jeans and a hoodie to take the photos, on a pentax I borrowed and didn’t really know how to use … I found a partly decayed bird wing, beautiful white feathers, splintered,  revealing fragile bones, and took it home to draw, the wing has long since disappeared, but the drawings remain …..


This was one of my regular walks, along the industrial wharf to Canons Marsh, an almost forgotten hinterland behind the trendy arnolfini, a car park and car boot on sundays, nothing else .. I went there as no body else really did, a few decaying buildings which had fascinated me sice I was young.

Totally unaware that in a couple of years this whole area would be ‘regenerated’ these details disappeared,  Bristol was changing, the edgeland were fast disappearing,  this is the time I left …

Published by geraldine hudson

interdisciplinary visual/performance artist, curator and experiential researcher