I felt that this photo deserved a post of its own on my blog because the context of it defines everything I aimed to capture in this stage of research. The bull in this photo probably would've crushed some part of my flimsy body if I hadn't been familiar with the field I found it in. Turns out Bulls aren't mad on being unwilling subjects in illustration students work so it decided to charge me after I took this. I learned Bulls aren't so good at going uphill or jumping small rivers so thanks to said hill and river I'm alive. The fact that I was chased down by an angry bovine with enough power in its monstrous head alone to probably kill me is (weirdly) exactly the kind of thing that encapsulates what I have always felt about Temple Newsam. Being a huge woodland area on the outskirts of a massive urban city centre it has always seemed like a liminal place to me, a place between places that doesn't properly adhere to the rules of the outside world. A sense of strange contained almost-freedom defines my feelings for it, as you can go get lost in the beautiful woods for hours, but ultimately if you go straight in one direction for long enough you're probably never far from a kfc or a poundland.
For these reasons I've always seen it as a source of weird creativity, and being chased by angry cattle is one of the strange things and memories i aim to adapt into humour for my book.
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