Hospital Doors

Insipid adj.  Lacking flavor or zest; not tasty. Lacking qualities that excite, stimulate, or interest; dull. “The insipid play caused many to walk out of the theater.”

I have felt that some if my images have been a little insipid recently.

After my visit to the hospital to collect pamphlets for research, Immediately started working on images of the elderly and tried to construct an image of a heart condition, of patients of medication. When I had visited the hospital I noticed the vast number of elderly patients wandering around the building. It made me think about what happened as we get old, and our bodily structures begin to fail us. I know this is a somewhat stereotypical view to have of the elderly but there is a sense of loneliness and sadness that I felt on that visit.

These are a collection of images I found that represented what I felt and envisioned on my visit to the hospital, I cropped and then merged them together to create a montage of hospital experience. 

I was also looking at the way that you can combine different images in a montage to create a sort of shutter speed of a scenario. As I had earlier seen in my first prints, something as simple as applying a similar tone to various images can unite them into a complete piece. I like that this image reads like changing shots in a film sequence, there is a sort of movement in a very static piece. It’s just a simple idea but its quite interesting to see how pictures can work with each other, through composure and relation.

More progression:


I then subsequently moved on to develop the images, partnering them with my drawings from my sketchbooks, as well as ideas of font choice:

These are some variants of my designs.

In these new images I wanted to contain this idea of the patient, that sense of personalizing what I was representing in the collages.

To ask the viewer to look at the man in the piece hopefully asks them to associate, to empathize and perhaps build a scenario of his suffering or condition or maybe he is happy? The image is almost open, but the ideas point to a sadder affair, The red the locates the illness in his heart, the pills, the washed out portrait and the Number, the counting of his heart beat, the seconds slipping away with his life.

Further progression, this time i was focussing the images towards coronary heart disease, hence 'CHD'