chair in heathrow bag collection
heathrow baggage collection is one of the grimmest places in the world. but there is one lovely wooden chair.
more from the asylum
in the asylum they also had an exhibit of what the called ‘outside art‘. i felt strangely connected to these artists who were just doing their own thing and looking at the world in a completely different way.
it got me thinking about what is art, whether what we (you and I) do on this blog is art, and even if it is then who cares anyway ?
and now i’ve just realised that although i know the word ‘nomenclature’ i’ve no idea how you pronounce it !
straight jacket
more from the asylum. i just love the colours on these photo which i took furtively.
view from the front:
straight jacket
and here’s a cot for growned ups who can’t be left alone at night:
the psychotron II
on my recent trip to Beligium i had one afternoon free to do the tourist thing. so i went to a mental asylum. for most of the time i was the only one there, except for some very strange man who was looking very suspicious (and acting even more so, but not in a way i can retell on this blog!).
anyroadupdown, it was a museum, but i think partially a working one. it’s an amazing place and definately worth a visit. visit their website for more info
this was one of my favouritist exhibits. click for a big version. it’s just so extreme !
liberation !
the day i went to brussels was liberation day. the grande place was full of pretend GIs smoking cigars pretending to be Colonel Mustard from the A-team (might have got my reference wrong here).
there were marching bands and a strange mix of old and new law enforcement:
this was a british band who seemed a bit worn out from all the blowing and marching they’d had to do in the name of liberation.
the scores on the doors
in these modern days putting numbers of psalms and hymns on church boards seems a bit retro. churches are often 10 years behind in terms of technology. we’ve only just moved to using an over head projector at our church, but it does its job so why buy a whizzy projector ?
this is another belgian photo which i took when my feet were too tired to walk. so i sat for half an hour watching people get ready for mass. then i left.
dangling meat
it’s a restaurant where the food hangs above your head.
black and white
this telly built in to a black and white picture was showing a black and white film. until the telly broke. now it’s a crazy coloured thing.
hoorah. it’s like the black and white went super-nova (or something)
baby jesus (with a man’s head)
here’s another one of thoese bizarre catholic statues where the baby seems to have a grown up’s face. unfortunately you can’t really tell in this picture as i was too far away ! but you know what i mean.
the tower
click to inspect
wedding dress
this lady was carrying a wedding dress angrily down the street on her head. there was a story here somewhere.
i had to laugh when she went in to the wrong door, quickly came out as if nothing had happened and then went in to the next door which actually belonged to the wedding dress shop.
who’s running this place ?
if this is england, why do we have pictures of an old American preseident on the illustrated coins on the pay-and-display machines in our local train station ?
sharks in hull
and kezzy in the crab tank:
