Forma Non Herus. Wes Foster
The form is not the master. A series of images taken whilst wandering. They focus on the in-between spaces and begin to look at the small details around us as sculptural forms. We pass through these environments every day without engaging with them - they pass us through the train or car window. The graffiti and the weeds and the wasteland can’t be controlled and break up the expected form, allowing a new space to develop. The form that the landscapes around us takes is not insignificant - it is a beauty based on evolution and chance. The evolution of the city is constant, and that is one of the great beauties of it. The constant flux of space leaves no space for stagnation.