Started out as a acrylic painting on plywood then finished off in photoshop.
I really like how the shapes in the tree trunk turned out, lots of gremlins
i still can't believe that a week ago Enfield was the heart of trouble kicking off as riots took over the capital for a second night, it felt bizarre and terrifying that this could be happening in my home town and that the few clips that were circulating on the news were of places that i walk past virtually on a daily basis, so familiar, yet so different, transformed by the presence of riot police and organised chaos
thankfully things seemed to have calmed down now, but last week, amidst all that was going on, i tore myself away from the computer screen and wrote a short poem on the feelings that had been stirred inside me, this week, as situations were looking worse, i began expanding on this idea, and on others, to produce a few pieces of music to reflect the times and the tension
this piece is still slightly unfinished, it needs a little more tweaking and polishing to get it up to scratch, but i wanted to put it out before the memories fade
It is a shame to see so many shops and pubs shut down throughout Waltham Abbey, the result of a downturn in our economy, leaving mostly empty shop windows and making what was a quaint and quiet little town even quieter
above is one of a number of mosaics that line Sun Street, the main street in Waltham Abbey, showing signs of ageing and wear and tear and desperately in need of renovation, much like the town itself
taken by Glen Byford using a Casio Exilim EX-Z60, August 12th 12:58pm
waking up to the news on tuesday morning that the Sony warehouse and distribution centre in Enfield Lock had gone up in flames the night before
the industrial estate is probably no more than 10 minutes walk from my home and thick black smoke was clearly visible from our house, and for miles around
taken by Glen Byford using a Casio Exilim EX-Z60, August 9th 09:11am
I am fiercely proud of my home town, Enfield is part of who I am, I am a part of Enfield, And an attack on Enfield, Is an attack on me.
As the tension mounts, And ill feeling hangs heavy in the air, I can't shake the involuntary feeling of excitement, Mixing with sickness.
Tonight we make history together, As I pray that everything historic, Everything beautiful, Everything and everyone I love, Doesn't burn down to the ground.
It is all eyes on us tonight, As we bunker down in our homes, And make it a night to remember, With our updates and our outrage, Trending, reporting and cowering, As the same four clips of footage, Repeat over and over on Sky News.
the first signs of ripening on the tomatoes that i have been growing in my garden, since my dad gave me three small plants that he in turn had been given, and have been grown in a grow bag purchased from the pound shop
taken by Glen Byford, using a Casio Exilim EX-Z60, August 6th 08:28am