Almost a week ago, I made my fairly usual pilgrimage when I visit Manchester to the Lowry at Salford Quays. I quite like what has been built on the old canals, but part of me is still a little nostalgic for a Manchester that I have actually never seen, the Manchester when the Ship Canal was still a major artery to the rest of the world, and, as I was taught in primary school, when Canada was “Britain’s Bread Basket.”
Still, it’s the Lowrys at the Lowry that I try to see whenever I’m in the North West. They never cease to intrigue and disturb. Apparently, Lowry himself did not really appreciate the bustling characters that fill so many of his pictures being referred to as “matchstick men.” I myself tend to think of them as “pin-men.” Whatever, in a strange way, these little figures with their blank faces and…
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msamba 
I’m ashamed (and equally pleased) that you have shown this Mancunian a few things about Lowery: I’ve never noticed how he represents the individuals as being detached from each other until now and I didn’t know he was a rent collector. I agree he must have been somewhat of an outsider as he doesn’t seem to reflect the friendly Northern community spirit (which was more prevelent back then through necesety) in the majority of his paintings. Sorry for spelling errors.
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That’s why I reblogged this piece (with the thought that sometimes it takes a stranger’s eye to see certain aspects). The writer is Canadian and perceptive!
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Very perceptive, yes. You re-blog such a wide variety of things but I find them all really interesting!
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I’ve just revisited your blog and feel instantly hungry!
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Thank you for reblogging my post and appreciating it.
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