Steve Bucknell's photos

It’s enough.

I saw this extremely weathered old sandstone brick and thought it would make a good frame for a Christmas installation. I went down Wath High Street looking for small cake Xmas figures; I asked in a bakery if they sold any. “ No love, sorry, they all come with the cakes we get in.” I wandered on down the street and then I heard : “ We’ve just realised we’ve got some from a cake we’d dropped on the floor yesterday; do you want to have a look?” Back at the bakery they gave me these Christmas figures. I went back to the old parish church where the brick was… and here they are.

Some sort of sundial, preserved on a wall of the local parish church in Wath-upon-Dearne, the pit village where I spent my childhood.

On metal water tank.

Street Art, Hillsborough, Sheffield.

Street art Kelham Island, Sheffield.

Postcard

A Disassemblage

Assemblage

Assemblage

‘All art is the result of observation. Often we see yet do nothing. Sometimes we do not notice at all. Ideas are fragile. They quickly vaporise if they are not preserved and developed. The universe is full of broken fragments of ideas.’ — The Limbo Connection.

Alabaster, sleeping through the centuries at the feet of a couple on a 17th Century tomb. Don’t wake him, please. I don’t know why it has this odd, etching- like effect. Taken in very low light, at quite a distance. I’m not keen on dogs, but I’m fond of this one.

Small collage

Wood, board, paint.