Stranded

I took a picture about a year ago, on the day when there was really heavy snow and all the trains were cancelled. I remember arriving at Victoria to see the entire concourse full of people staring at a blank board with the word cancelled all over it. It was like a religious event. Everyone was in the same situation and there was a huge sense of frustration. The picture I took was just a crowd of people staring at the blank board wearing hats, gloves, talking on phones. Wondering if they'd ever get home.

It's an interesting aspect. Commuting, it doesn't feel like travel, normally. It's just routine movement between dreary spaces. But when something goes wrong, it feels like a journey and it takes on a special significance.

I'm thinking of doing a painting of the scene, maybe in black and white. Today, though, I made a lino print of the picture, slightly abstract, the edges of the characters slightly deformed. I'm thinking of printing it a grey colour then cutting more away, if necessary.

First pull on the press: