There's just been a program on BBC4 about the Boyle family. They have been working since the mid sixties on several themes. I remember seeing their work in as a child at an exhibition in Liverpool. It takes the ordinary and transforms it by isolating it, taking it out of conext and displaying it. In their case, specifically they make very detailed fibreglass casts of randomly selected peices of ground - all the cigarette ends, gravel, road markings and rust are all faithfully recorded within frames about 1m square. When turned upright and placed on the gallery wall they are transformed. Into art? Yes, somehow the transformation brings a new dimension to the original. How? By focusing the viewer's attention into new and dusty corners, they make me add more layers of meaning. I no longer see just a road surface. Suddenly its an industrial symbol, a tiny slice of life in a small town or a big city.

This chimes with the post earlier today. I must look for art that is rooted in my own environment.