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This is one that’s inspired by a photojournalist I once met called Brooke McKean, and takes its title from one of her images of the same name. I wanted to do my own interpretation of it, keeping a few elements, yet expanding on others, or at least on what I saw when looking at the original.
Looking at Brooke’s image – because it was at a low angle, reminded me of the chaos that a child in a pushchair (stroller) must see whenever it’s out with a parent. All the feet and hurrying legs, the bags, pushing, as well as all the dirt and pollution that must be at that level; total disarray.
I also wanted to take that thought a little deeper and give the painting some of the texture of the street. The paving, the cracks, the days old chewing gum, the rotten fruit and veg and the day to day stains of inner-city life. Stains that we pick up in our clothes and on the soles of our feet and then carry home. Some to penetrate us to the very core of our being and remain with us for the rest of our lives.
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