Mitchell - Being Human... He was in the wrong era it seemed, his clothes strikingly different against the designer chair he was sitting in. He kept fidgeting, pulling at the fingerless gloves on his hands or picking at specks of flint on his jeans. His eyes held something in them, a secret or a past life that would never be, something that haunted him. I could have watched him forever.
John Constable concentrated on the landscape of his suffolk home, unpopular at the time as others were more focused on the new industrial cityscape. I chose to include pieces by elder artists in this piece as I feel they are important to the foundation of environmental art, as the original responders to their environment.