Revolution

This piece explores my more immediate surroundings, my street. The houses on my street are 1930's mock Tudor buildings and caused me to think about the possible consequences of recycling old architectural styles and the changing aesthetic of our streets throughout time. My village was originally farmland owned my my great grandfather. His land depleted as a school was erected and the village consequently grew. The pigeon represents my villages history and the link to the environment. Although depleting, nature is still present. The dripping orange watercolour dripping onto the house represents the volatility of changing architecture, almost burning down and being constantly reborn. The pigeon and nature however is constant, all seeing and immune to change.