welsh street

 

In times of austerity councils like to take large a chunk of cash for condemning what they call derelict houses. They have done it with many parts of Liverpool now. Edge lane, parts of Anfield and Smithdown Road to name a few!

Many of the terraces have gone but ls left is dystopian with all street signs removed and a feel of 1984

However in Croxteth Princess park area are the “Welsh Streets” due to being built and lived in c.1880 by skilled Welsh workers. Welsh immigrants built a large percentage of buildings around Liverpool in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. The homes were  named after places in Wales. Ringo Starr lived in Madryn Street as a child.

I was lucky enough to pay a visit to the Welsh houses on the weekend that some of the streets were actually saved

 

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I grew up in an industrial northern town. In the 1980s the industry left…

British industry underwent a period of turbulent change during the 1980s as a result of new government policies.  The Thatcher administration then advanced the concept of ‘The Industrial Estate’, which became an out of town regeneration scheme that every town wanted. As an island, there is only so much small industry our infrastructure can support.

Often when an area receives European funding, it is designated as an inhabitable Brownfield Site renovation scheme. Such official terminology can be perceived as disingenuous and becomes a metaphor for deprivation. I aim to document the junctions and roads of the areas where the jobs never came.

http://watersideartscentre.co.uk/whats-on/1297-risk/ Please go and see my exhibition if you are over at Sale in Manchester


							

sea

Llandudno welcomes you’ as the sign says reaching the brow to he hill at Penrynside. Always sticks in my mind. Such an iconic sign for the area, hence its recent renovation. However when all the glitz and pomp post extravaganza ad summer merriment. Clandudno becomes a cold lonely place until march. In simple terms we still go about our ways just with more parking spaces. The contestant for me is the sea. It’s always here, always different! The Horizon line never changes. Always when i look out to see it makes me think of Mark Rothko. it cuts you in half

artwork

 

For just under two years now I have been working with the group Ffoto Alternative and planning their biggest exhibition to date at Bodelwyddan Castle. The work was to document the 25th anniversary of the castle. Also alongside our work we was lucky to be paired with the National Portrait Gallery who brought a  selection of work up from 1988 this featured photos of The Stone Roses, Run DMC, Steven Hawkins to name a few. A great honour to be alongside such images of icons. The work that I put into the show was seen first on google maps. I noticed that there was an old drive way to the castle. Back in February I went to document the trees. This would then be placed in a filling cabinet in the exhibition. that you would walk through with your hands. The first image was pixellated the last image in-front of the castle was clear to give a sense of distance. I like the fact the filing cabinet was closed so only the keen-eyed viewer would even know it was there.

 

risk

 

Early in the year I applied to be part of a project at Sale Arts Centre through Arts Council England. On selection the course ran over spring/summer. It was structured around artistic talks from established artist Len Grant and Mishka Henner, group discussion and planning for the show. We decided as group to call it ‘Risk’. Which then set off on individual paths to create individual bodies of work. Having a few ideas the one that had the most relevance to me was first evolved in my little brain while visiting the Valleys in South Wales and decimation of culture, heritage and David Cameron favourite word “Community”. In the 80s the Tories swapped everyone’s jobs for crummy industrial estates, so rather than have a trade you can go and work making pizza or box toilet rolls through an agency. The bureaucrats dream!

The problem is they have built that many industrial estates in the North West and North Wales they don’t have enough business to fill their over saturated dream! I took it on myself to find as many of these sites as I could and document them. In this body of work i hope to the finical ‘Risk’ we are hindered with?

 

HG_RD&AW_A5.inddHelfa Gelf is almost upon us. This is my maiden voyage into an event i have supported for a long time. I feel as I have grown as an artist Helfa Gelf, each year has cultivated me into new sprouts of direction and appreciation. I have covered all the counties the event covers Denbighshire, Flintshire, Conwy and Gwynedd seeing many skills and disciplines. So with all this in mind I feel its my duty to deliver something different over the 4 Saturdays I will doing. This gave me the great opportunity to work alongside Ronan Devlin in collaborative venture ‘One Year On’. His knowledge and guidance have been a necessity to me. Its been 1 year since we met Via chance email through Ffoto Alternative (it seems a lot longer) We have decided to show work over the past year which approached from different angles but links between both our practices is uncanny. This culminates in us producing a series of screen prints which is a new practice to us both. Anyway enough of this I don’t want to spoil the surprise. If your taking part good luck! If not come along and see us…

 

This is a poem about me. I went to my first Liverpool F.C game in 1987 and my first Widnes R.L.F.C game in 1983. So aged 3 and 7 them memories etch into your brain. A right of passage what ever you go onto. Know one can take your teams away from you. I was lucky enough to spend time in a recent exhibition in Oriel Mostyn in Llandudno. I the presence of a Box used by artist Gareth Griffiths to take his son’s to match at Anfield. The power of ‘The Box’ moved me…

Thanks for sharing it with us Gareth!

 

Road End

Not my White box.

Someone else’s vantage point,

chips hold stories,

celebration, sadness, glory.

On that afternoon,

like a full stop,

alone it stood,

together, raised scarfs taught.

Your words made me feel 9

The feeling surrounds me lots of looking up.

The raised rim on a plastic flask mug.

The floor touching my feet through worn souls.

The Safety and smells of cut grass before me.

Winter cold rattles my mittens.

Floodlight halo’s dot my eyes.

Barbwire fences brown glass spikes.

Thousands packed in tight.

Now I’m back and still no connection?

Just know I’ve been there.

A time so much simpler?

Black and white Red or blue…