A panda down an alleyway. A dalek rusting at the bottom of the Clyde. Abstract geometry in a garden. It’s the wonderful world of Glasgow street and graffiti art.
This stretch of the River Clyde’s waterfront is a shiny chrome new world that has displaced a crumbling concrete old one.
The word throbs from the crowds crammed between the statues representing an order once unshakeable, now in serious peril. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” Blue is the colour in the Saltire flags and signs featuring a thousand different ways to sculpture, print, handcraft, paint and wear the word yes.
The Scots have had had a remarkable impact on American history. Less well-known is the Scot who burned down the White House and inadvertently helped inspire the American national anthem, a “mad, romantic, money-getting” Cochrane.
The final part of the Stones and the Torment mixing medical horror, psychogeography, myth and history.
The modern-day flaneur can now walk and explore the city of the age of leisure and the mega-sporting event, Glasgow and the Commonwealth Games being the latest example.
The camera glided beautifully from George Square over the sun drenched East Glasgow streets to zoom onto Celtic’s Parkhead stadium.
As far as the eye can see they rise-up in their thousands from the burnt arid plains, hollow temples and stupas of a medieval Buddhist kingdom, edged by the distant mountains to the east and the Irrawaddy River to the west.