An experiment in ultramarine, vermilion, yellow ochre, black: the back of the high street from the top of Lurke Street car park - taking a few liberties. The shapes and tones and rhythms of Bedford look different from above. It erupts. It seems like an organism as it spreads and ripples over contours and sprawls towards the horizon. There's something both tight and loose about how its window-punctured skin of brick and concrete contains and permits a population. It breathes. |