Basement Progression

Sophie Victoria Elliott.

Milkwood Residency in progress.

Much to do and it is proving to be a big space to do a collage in! Went all the way to Swansea to get A0 and A1 prints done especially for this. Lots of cutting. Lots of measuring. Lots of sticking.

Starting to take shape but so far to go!


Untitled: Absence

Sophie Victoria Elliott ‘Untitled: Absence Series’ Graphic Collage, Paper Collage, Photography and Photo-manipulation, June 2012.

Looking at repetition of shape to communicate the rhythm experienced on the bike.

The triangular shape is derived from a number of images, sources and ideas collated whilst on the bike.

Camera, compromises and chases.

Sophie Victoria Elliott, ‘Untitled: Chasing Light Series’ photographs. June 2012.

A collection of images taken on today’s bike journey, and manipulated to express the temporal light and continual flux experienced.

This work feels as though projection, acetate and layering would be appropriate as the development.

Sophie Victoria Elliott: Sitting.

I’m sat here, with the window open and light turned out. Listening.

I did a lot of listening today.

I did a lot of walking today.

Walked about an hour and a half through Swansea city center, Cardiff city center and then through to Cathays, down Albany road to Milkwood Gallery. I was happy. So I smiled.

I smiled to myself.

To passers by.

I love watching peoples reactions.


Laughing to myself.

I love it when someone smiles back.

I’m happiest when I see a person wraught with anger or frustration or unhappiness and they look up to see me smile.

One small smile; it can lift a cloud of darkness.

Try it sometime. Just smile. I have so much to smile about.

But on my way home I walked through Roath Park. Cutting through the rose gardens and winding my way around the lake. The smell from the roses slowed my stride and encased me in a sickly warmth, brought on by the sun sweating my brow. The pungent power of garlic cut through the sweet roses, thrusting my mind to when two friends taught me to eat the leaves in salad as we walked through the woods on the Gower.

But a humming rumbled through my thoughts, dragging me back to the here and now. I walked on. And on. But that rumbling never ceased.

The drone.

I then realised that where I live in Yorkshire I have a luxury.

Surrounded by fields.



These are my noises. This is the only relentless rumble I hear.

But Roath Park, steeped in beauty, bathed in a rich palette of green, in encompassed by a road. A road well travelled.

The only relief was the multitude of cyclists I came across. Walking offered me a new pace, a pace where I could observe during the hour and half walking the tens of cyclists I saw. I lost count after 30!


Get on your bike and smile.

Sophie Victoria Elliott: Photographic Views

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Photographs taken on the journeys, used to inspire the graphic side of the work.