Michael Szpakowski's work always slices through the plethora of data when you least expect it, reminding us of what is important in this ever troubled world; contrary to media opinion, it is people that matter. And yet, in this piece there are no people present, just the simplicity of nature which seems to oooze a human consciousness. A piano whistfully accompanies, you can hear and almost feel the wood, the keys plinking, and the air around the music as it is plays; it breaths. Intimate echos, spaces in between the obvious, this is the realm that Michael consciously touches upon, the substance of ourselves. An intimate poignant reality that is unreachable for many artists because of a lack of depth. Drift...
A Walk Round Gilston
By Marc Garrett - 01/01/2002
A walk round Gilston, Essex/Herfordshire border - with Janet and Jo - 12 noon to 12.50 - 21st November 2002.