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The Flow of Time: Lockdown, Day 1

Posted on 24/03/2020 by Bobby Seal

In that flash of lucidity he became aware that he was unable to bear in his soul the crushing weight of so much past. Gabriel García Márquez – One Hundred Years of Solitude Rivers have always played an important part … Continue reading →

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The Flow of Time: An Important Message

Posted on 23/03/2020 by Bobby Seal

My name is Bobby Seal and this has been my blog for over eight years. I use psychogeography as a tool to interrogate urban and rural landscapes and a range of artistic responses to such places. I work from home … Continue reading →

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The Flow of Time: Week 4

Posted on 17/03/2020 by Bobby Seal

Watching the water flow past a bend in the river. The same place, the same time of day, every week for 52 weeks. A year in the life. Week 4 The shops are stripped of all essential goods, the streets … Continue reading →

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The Flow of Time: Week 3

Posted on 10/03/2020 by Bobby Seal

Watching the water flow past a bend in the river. The same place, the same time of day, every week for 52 weeks. A year in the life. Week 3   A gloom of gathering cloud – I blink to … Continue reading →

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The Flow of Time: Week 2

Posted on 03/03/2020 by Bobby Seal

Watching the water flow past a bend in the river. The same place, the same time of day, every week for 52 weeks. A year in the life. Week 2 The rain is steady and insistent. Underfoot the ground is … Continue reading →

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The Flow of Time: Week 1

Posted on 25/02/2020 by Bobby Seal

Watching the water flow past a bend in the river. The same place, the same time of day, every week for 52 weeks. A year in the life. Week 1 Finish at noon and walk to the river, tired from … Continue reading →

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A Bridge That Divides

Posted on 30/11/2017 by Bobby Seal

A bridge that links and divides. Two nations, border country, and in my mind I’m so close to the edge. But fly-strewn water fills my mouth, and drowns all possible words. The water is warm and viscous, its whole surface … Continue reading →

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