Tuesday, 24 August 2010
This salt mine facility is near a small Ukrainian village solotvyno, close to the Romanian border. Althoguh salt is no longer mined here,its still far from deserted.
It is now used to treat allergys,Such as asthma.It uses a technique called speleotherapyThis
therapy was discovered in Poland in the 1950s when it was noticed that salt mine workers rarely suffered from tuberculosis.
''Scientists found that the salt-permeated air of the working salt mine helped to dissolve phlegm in the bronchial tubes and also killed the micro-organisms which caused infections''
It can hold up to 200 people at any time. These 'patients' stay over night and usually read,talk or just sleep in the beds provided.
Though it may be helping people it doesnt stop the eeriness creeping through the lit up tunnels that are over 300 metres below ground level. I cant help but compare it to the tunnels of ''The hills have eyes 2''. Personally i'd prefer and inhaler to this 'alternative' method.
Monday, 23 August 2010
Almost everyday you see a piece of graffiti,normaly some pathetic meaningless scrawl on a tube,or scratched into a bus stop window ,with a fiat punto key no doubt, reading 'chad waz ere'. But what about the pieces we see everyday without taking notice,and the story behind them?
This piece was painted on a large fence seperating a field from a nearby wood next to the m40. Unfortunately it has been painted over by some less thought provoking piece ''team supreme''.How ever it used to read ''why do i still do this everyday?'' now to anyone that simply glanced at it they make think it is the writer talking about themselves. However put a bit of thought into the piece ,and its location alike, and you will realise it is about the commuters who pass it almost everyday. The artist is forcing them to think about why they make the journey everyday,why they go to work,is it for the neccesities or simply the wants?perhaps even provoking the business men/women to be jealous of this unknown anarchists freedom.
I saw this piece every time i went to visit my nan,and never truly appreciated it until it was gone. But i continued to turn my head and look through the rear windscreen to read the same text every visit. I guess this unknown artist has a large amount of credit for my interest in graffiti.