After spending the day stabbing a map of Liverpool with a very angry finger and going in the wrong direction, we got on the coach and went to Crosby beach. I haven't been so inspired by a place in a long time. Aside from Gormley's "Another Place" I was, as ever, enthralled by the wind turbines that emerged from the land and sea, and the abundance of shells (which I collected in my scarf).
Even though a coach load of art students had swarmed the beach, the atmosphere was serene and ethereal. I felt that i was subconsiously looking out at the horizon, following the stare of Gormley's men. I tried to capture the atmosphere and feelings i had in the photographs i took.
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