I've never really been interested in history, so I found it strange that I have taken such a liking to the history behind the buildings of Adelaide. Especially since buildings are such material things. I guess in many ways, it's not so much the buildings that interest but the tiny fragments of story that these pieces of history reveal to us.
BUTLERS - there's a story, right there.
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I'll shut up any minute now (promise) but this doesn't say "story" to me - maybe because I don't have any associative thoughts about Butlers? (don't know what it is or was) This picture for me is about stillness and long-lasting quiet. And reaching far back into my words for photos... no, nothing else available: lovely.
i don't know, d - i'd say there's a story there. 2 stories/histories: 'butlers'; and 'butlers-painted-over'
You brainiacs are right, of course - the stories are in the layers. I was thinking of the original "thing" (presumably a place called Butlers? dunno) being the story, and then the picture just being ... what? a picture? But it's also a documentary of sorts too. A thing in itself, but also a journey. Or am I just being a wanker now? (laughing)
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