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The Story of Roundabout by Jacqui Booth

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In my work, I try to express emotion through my landscape photography, and I bear in mind questions about whether work should have an objective theme, or whether it can be purely personal.

Roundabout is intended to be a visual explanation of my emotional state whilst considering my ongoing frustrations regarding freedom to access green spaces, trespassing and the urban environment, particularly the impact of traffic.

It is a response to a minor car accident, back pain, a difficult relationship, weeks of flu and the anxiety that traps me close to home. The fire that propelled me to travel (or was it escape?) has diminished, quelled by the responsibility I have for my children and my home.  It has rooted me to the spot, made me weak and sometimes confines me to my bed. Things scare me. Really scare me.

I have learnt to reliably move my body in beneficial ways. As Lee Hazlewood sang "I've learned to do some simple things. Like lock the door and shut the lights". I wake the kids, clean the kitchen, make some food, shop online. Activities are safe: out with friends, visiting cities, using public transport.  The result is that the wildernesses I love are largely out of bounds.I pick up a camera or two and explore close to home, almost a genre of landscape photography itself[1].

I seek out the pockets of green overlooked by industry, where traffic rages metres away or buzzes continuously on the periphery. I try to suspend reality, to enjoy this faint taste of freedom. But the land is spoilt, it's inadequate, damaged and poisoned. It reflects me.I want to stretch my legs, to walk for miles without hitting towns, to hear the silence and feel my heart settle. Is it healthy to live like this?  I don't think so.

Installation at De Montfort University

Installation at De Montfort University

It's been documented that nature is beneficial to those suffering from depression.  “Controlling for individual and regional covariates, we found that, on average, individuals have both lower mental distress and higher well-being when living in urban areas with more green space.” [2]

However, a UK study finds differently “after adjustment for confounding by respondent socio-demographic characteristics and urban/rural location, the association was attenuated to the null”.[3]   The report goes on to say “While we did not find a statistically significant association between the amount of green space in residents’ local areas and mental wellbeing, further research is needed to understand whether other features of green space, such as accessibility, aesthetics or use, are important for mental wellbeing.” I find this is revealing.

Looking around my mostly urban area, there are city parks, verges and further out, fields and a few country parks (of the pay your parking fee, be gone by dusk variety). I appreciate these but they are structured, small pockets of shared space in which we are ‘allowed’ to visit if we have a car and the fee. In addition to this, many ‘green’ areas are simply there because the land has no value for further development. The term ‘Edgelands’ was conceived in 2002 by Marion Shoard to describe “The interfacial interzone between urban and rural”. It is not necessarily a new concept, as a hundred and fifty years earlier Victor Hugo gloriously declared these areas "bastard countryside...ugly but bizarre, made up of two different natures".

These areas hold an unconventional attraction. This is my environment. The work I’m making is borne of this. My photographs show the damage inherent in these zones but include an element of hope as nature pokes through the poisoned ground. It’s a metaphor for how I feel, how I adapt, how I compromise within my surroundings and yet hope to grow.

 

Image from East Meet West Publication, 2020

Image from East Meet West Publication, 2020


References

1 Irvine, John (2015) A Path Not Far... Landscape Editions Volume One www.kozubooks.com

2 https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/23613211 Psychol Sci. 2013 Jun 24 Would you be happier living in a greener urban area? A fixed-effects analysis of panel data. White MP1, Alcock I, Wheeler BW, Depledge MH.

3 https://www.understandingsociety.ac.uk/research/publications/524371 BMC Public Health, June 1, 2017 A cross-sectional analysis of green space prevalence and mental wellbeing in England Victoria Houlden, Scott Weich and Stephen Jarvis


 

 

 

 

 

Brewdog Summer Exhibition by Jacqui Booth

I've got five of my Instagram pics in the Beer is Art Spring/Summer Exhibition, Brewdog, Leicester, from 28th April 2016, until...whenever the Brewdog summer ends!  I'm guessing they'll be there until September if the brackets hold.*

The pics are actually from the tail end of my pictorial grumblings "Leicestershire: A Difficult Place to Love" in which I photographed the many reasons why I'm disgruntled with the county I find myself in.  I gather that there are people who truly love Leicestershire.  Not me though.  My whingings must have been as unwelcome as fingernails on the blackboard.

Still, on I went.  Then I started to spend more time in the City Centre, and you know what?  It's still undeniably grotty in places but I don't mind it so much.  Perhaps it's because I spent so long working there but I actually have a kind of affection for it.  And so I began to mellow.

Seeing as Brewdog is slap bang in the City Centre I chose these pictures for their Summer Exhibition...

Inside

Inside

Flyover

Flyover

Imagine waking tomorrow and all music has disappeared

Imagine waking tomorrow and all music has disappeared

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Regeneration

Regeneration

And here's a couple of them hung.  Yeah, I should have tried to do a good job but I was off to get my tea and head to a gig, so another time perhaps!

Thanks to Brewdog for having me again :)

*  A debt of gratitude goes to JMD's Hardware in Mytholmroyd, West Yorkshire which was where I found myself with my family when I should have been at home being better prepared.  The nice lady, in her post flood-damaged recently refitted shop, cheerily sold me brackets, screws, a drill bit and some really bloody strong glue, without which I would have had to forego submitting my pictures and the house mamil would have experienced a simmering resentment for the entire summer.