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Perched up on the escarpment I feel like a hermit, or maybe one of Alex's gargoyles. Surprised at how such little Wild can screen the high faces of surrounding walls, and put passing walkers in another world. At the top of the slope, strange clash of scales as I peer up at the vast grey backs of A-road signage not meant for my eyes. This structure was not made with walkers, plants or mushrooms in mind - and yet here we are, eking a life in and around it.

“Shoo-all-a-way. Shoo-all-a-way. Come again another day. ‘Ere’s our master, ee’s cum wum, Thee mun floy and oi must run, Shoo-all-way. Shoo-all-a-way. Shoo-all-a-way. Thee maunt another moment stay, Or to skare thee oi must run, Shootee dedd wi moi old gun. Shoo-all-a-way.”

- A local bird-scarers song recorded by Henry Taunt

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Reflecting on our local tour with ecologists and volunteers, the paradox of suburbia came through prominently: how do we make a home here after modernism? What place for the plants, foraging foxes, and buildings? Do we have to segregate them, humans and plants each with their own zone? The egg-stealing foxes know such a boundary can never be enforced. Up in the flyover's concrete rafters, pigeons huddle and coo. On the nearby hills, conservationists struggle to preserve the sacred in the face of modernity's onslaught, with rituals of care and maintenance. (By the end of our tour, a plastic bag full of litter acts as a forager's map of where we have walked.) In a cavernous, minimalist new community hall, women cook bread pudding in handmade floral aprons.


The secret hermit's place under the flyover was, I'm told, once home to local hermit-celebrity Eleanor Bolton- a modern woman by all accounts living a kind of secular, medieval religious life in a way this architecture has no place for - and yet at the same time, by its liminality, invites. Yellow spraycan letters read, "ELEANOR: FOREVER A SAINT!".

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On one side, steps crunchy with pigeon droppings ascend into the bird-realm and I see images of bird-people roosting up here in the concrete hermit's cave. From the road surface overhead, spilled tarmac oozes down the walls forming black stalactites.


“Who knoweth not the posts set up in lengthy row right all athwart thy mead, little Botley” (anonymous quote translated from Latin, found on a book of historic photographs)

Elms Farm dairy

A few days ago, I am told, an unbroken bottle was lifted from the sod. It has been under there since when, 1930s perhaps? With the brutalist concrete atop. From the milk bottling plant. I speak to the Howse trustees, some of whom still farm. The descendants of the cows on this long-gone farm live on. And from one who has died, frozen sperm remains in straws ready to spring forth. Another has had her DNA taken, for future cloning when the law allows.

They were once herded across this road, from the barn over the road.

What relation these cows to the pigeons and mushrooms of today? The animals perhaps are wilder, the humans tamed. No need to pin this down - catch the complex weave - the intermingling crossings. We live, live, live on.

Bypass Variegated

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Interesting visual motifs - modernity in tension with historic pattern/fantasy of vernacular - domestic scale, decoration

Embracing Edge-places

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Perching high up for a different perspective........

Simeon Stylites




Poetry of Botley

And once, in winter, on the causeway chill

Where home through flooded fields foot-travellers go,

Have I not pass'd thee on the wooden bridge,

Wrapt in thy cloak and battling with the snow,

Thy face tow'rd Hinksey and its wintry ridge?

And thou has climb'd the hill,

And gain'd the white brow of the Cumner range

-Matthew Arnold, 'Scholar Gypsy'

Beyond the ferry water That fast and silent flowed, She turned, she gazed a moment, Then took her onward road

Between the winding willows To a city white with spires: It seemed a path of pilgrims To the home of earth's desires.

Blue shade of golden branches Spread for her journeying, Till he that lingered lost her Among the leaves of Spring.

- Robert Laurence Binyon, 'Ferry Hinksey'

Wayfinding precedents

The problem of how to draw people into a new or tucked-away town area has been tackled in many places... here are some examples:

Paintshop Studio Bournemouth underpasses - coded north/south/east/west by colour, with destinations of each listed BCP-Underpass-Wayfinding_Paintshop_7.jpg

Stratford BID mural IMG_1213.JPG

Smith & Diction BOK wayfinding - including freestanding objects 1*NY2zWDApqkjto3YH_CNBCw.jpeg 1*tGk8dcL5jVxKN2PrHqmoiA.jpeg

Visual ideas

Flyover as boundary-place, human/plant/animal hybrids joan_miro-person_throwing_a_stone_at_a_bird-1926-trivium-art-history-1.800x0.jpg

Roosting creatures of the flyover

BirdPerson.png 2330c69785cf061ae111f9ed67a6fb74.jpg "Roost in Peace Bird-Person..." -reddit comment 20e89d23b211c9d8c6a77c718733e0b2.jpg a6f16444481d3a033372961aabceb491.jpg 5750f93793b38f87edfea48dc9f79d21.jpg fb89dfb918fd0f1019eb0691d2bfdb02.jpg b0cc4d6e66a9012219f62e3f6020d5f8.jpg 47841d6c3722de5e4956eaf95f05f06e.jpg a17fbe0408cd5dacd19a014b896a4bc9.jpg What costume would you end up in if you lived off the flyover pigeons?



Like hermit crabs we make a home from what we find


Outreach ideas:

Local people co-design a compendium of imaginary edge-creatures unique to this location


Local people co-write poetry

Local people co-design costumes, later to be depicted in the mural

Visual perception of pedestrians

Tailoring the artwork to the specific speed, height and movements of folks on foot.

Perception in motion

There are various studies on pedestrian's perception of the environment, including the optimum frequency of interesting things to look at. (Once every five seconds apparently, to avoid boredom raising cortisol levels).

This is so interesting I've made a whole page for research on it here: The pedestrian looks

Contrast of scales

Consciously use & play with the way that flyover architecture ignores/marginalises pedestrians in its design & scale. How would text, perhaps romantic local poetry, appear to people walking under the flyover - if the text were designed at bypass signage-scale and oriented as if at the vision of passing motorists? (And yet painted in a location only viewable to pedestrians...)


Perhaps this could be complemented within the shopping area itself with super-tiny, almost invisible 'hidden' texts/images which you must stoop down to read...................

Tile-work also invites play with mismatched scales. Eg, the scale of a visual motif mismatched with the scale of the tile it's printed onto... MismatchedTileScale1.png

Wayfinding characters

Good meeting with local GAP group the other day, discussed the importance of the flyover acting as BRIDGE to Botley from the botley rd, rather than a BLOCK/BARRIER as it is currently perceived. Suggestion that hybrid pigeon-person could serve a wayfinding/journey function, eg transforming from one to the other as it goes through the tunnel.

Got me thinking about wayfinding 'characters' more broadly - also as a theme to tie the different works together.

These 'mosaics' (actually many shaped character tiles) act as wayfinding/welcoming around Ontario's London Clay Art Centre fancybox_overlay.png 710823420.jpg

Figuras de convite

Portugese for "welcoming figures" - life-size tile people pointing the way into buildings. I love how these are cut-outs against often quite plain wall surfaces - could work well for our walls in Botley. Perhaps our figures could be wearing Jackie's aprons!

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Historical sources