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Gareth McConnell - The Tears of Things, 2020
Gareth McConnell - The Tears of Things, 2020
Gareth McConnell - The Tears of Things, 2020
Gareth McConnell - The Tears of Things, 2020
Gareth McConnell - The Tears of Things, 2020
Gareth McConnell - The Tears of Things, 2020
Gareth McConnell - The Tears of Things, 2020
Gareth McConnell - The Tears of Things, 2020
Gareth McConnell - The Tears of Things, 2020
Gareth McConnell - The Tears of Things, 2020
Gareth McConnell - The Tears of Things, 2020
Gareth McConnell - The Tears of Things, 2020
Gareth McConnell - The Tears of Things, 2020
Gareth McConnell - The Tears of Things, 2020
Gareth McConnell - The Tears of Things, 2020
Gareth McConnell - The Tears of Things, 2020
Gareth McConnell - The Tears of Things, 2020
Gareth McConnell - The Tears of Things, 2020
Gareth McConnell - The Tears of Things, 2020
Gareth McConnell - The Tears of Things, 2020
Gareth McConnell - The Tears of Things, 2020
Gareth McConnell - The Tears of Things, 2020
Gareth McConnell - The Tears of Things, 2020

The blossom arrives
More beautiful than before
They say this happens as you age
It’s kinda unfathomable in its beauty
I cant get my head round it
I look I touch I smell
Some years I photograph

London 2001
I had just come back
From a little stay on the coast
Now a different man
(for a while anyways)
I remember looking up
At this explosion of pink
Under the streetlights
Glowing like an alien brain
And asking myself how had I not
Noticed this before
How?

Night Flowers

Tokyo 2004
Land of the blossom lovers
For real
At night I walked in a bubble
Of my own otherness
My attention not punctured by recognition
Of language either spoken or written
And these are Blackberry days
No smartphone fire fly pollution
We will not know those days again

One night jet lagged
I taxi to the fish market
And if ever I saw one thing
In my life that said
This cannot go on
This was it
Like every fish in the sea
Had been caught
And was there that morning
And every other morning
I shed a tear into my sushi
But I digress

New York
Early 2008 I think
My heart wasn’t in it
Too much on my mind
I did have a nice moon lit moment
To myself in Central Park
But no real keepers
Just some bad behaviour and
More regrets

Sydney 2010
Reverted to type
Leave a party off my face
To find the flowers
I had noticed
On the journey there
I stand in the road
Tripod camera light meter
The warm breeze and fragrance
And self hatred
And cars swerving

London
This year
The year of the plague
2020
In this different world
We are now living in
The collective confrontation with mortality
A world of masks
And queues outside Lidl across the road
And the blossom always told us
This was a brief dance
That we all must fall as petals to the floor
But not like this
Really?
And the blossom says I told you
That life may be eternal
The expressions of life however
Are not

Polaroid circa 1990s
Hence the blue
Blue blue blue
Dye levels faded with age
Film from a different world.
A full colour spectrum world of promise
Promise and lies and hope and denial
Mamiya RZ67 and polaroid back
A camera system originally
Designed for commercial use
To tell the lies that needed to be told
Lies I’ve helped to tell

The Tears of Things
‘the pathos of things’
‘An empathy towards things’
‘A sensitivity to ephemera’
‘the quietly elated, bittersweet feeling of
having been witness to the dazzling circus of
life – knowing that none of it can last’
*Wikipedia