I was asked to respond to some of the history of Tedder House in Llandudno for Ideas People Places, working alongside Marc Rees, Lisa Carter and Helfa Gelf. Now standing empty stripped back to the bare bricks, all the that remains of the old R.A.F.A Club are stories and a few artefacts amongst the surviving members. After meeting with several people who were involved with the old club I was able to piece together a few memories and bring some of this once great town instution back to life. The work was projected onto a trophy cabinet from the old club on the opening night, and club members were invited to see it, there will be another opportunity to see the film in September during Helfa Gelf.

I found this packet addressed to my Granddad‘s house in Hough Green, Widnes in the loft at my Mum and Dad’s, it contained a 16mm cine film. It did not look like it had ever been viewed, it is the perfect time capsule.  I’m not sure who is filming, I guess it is him but at one point he disappears into the dark of the evening light on his motorbike, which I think is fitting  like a memory. These images only hold reference to key points in a relationship. Sadly my Grandma is not on the film. I don’t think she will have been filming it either. It’s also great to see my dad with a great flock of hair, he reminds me of Willie the Scottish caretaker out the Simpsons.

Anyway enough of me guiding your views. make your own ideas about it.

 

I had some good thinking time over the Christmas break and this what i come up with. It was filmed above Penmeanmawr quarry in Conwy North Wales. It’s great it has that on top of the world feel

Heres the words from the video

Three Thoughts

spent like taught timber,
i leave my slumber.
unhappy i repine.
there are many points,
all of which i plunder.

burst the ballyhoo.
in the clearing its dark.
no red brest.
just the longest legs.
branches make me rethink.
evergreen the pine waves.
i know that man in the dark,
i feel safe again he looks out for me.

returning to this warmth.
a strange sensation, i felt like an island.
unknown to where, a week later i see it on the horizon.
out at sea me safe under the tree.
thoughts so clear even the unattainable is changeable.
falling sleepy at last I’m one with me.

 

Conwy Castle
Conwy Castle (Photo credit: derrickting)
English: Capel Curig from above Seen from the ...
English: Capel Curig from above Seen from the descent of Moel Siabod. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

This is the video of me performing a visual projection on Conwy Castle in North Wales. It was part of the blinc digital arts festival 2012. I wrote it while traveling along the A5 between Capel Curig and Bethesda in the Snowdonia National park. It was written listening to the Beach boys on one of the only sunny days that we had this summer

 

Well what a Weekend. Dogged by technical problems due to the power timers in the lights. I had a good response to the poems in the Bird Boxes along the cob leading you into Conwy and my projection on the castle. Thousands of people headed to Conwy, North Wales over the Three day blinc digital artsfestival. inspired by the work of Alan Turing. Which took place in the evening after the Conwy feast eating extravaganza.

All the indents for my work were done by Ronan Devlin www.orieljeindevlin.com

This was up on friday at 3pm when i felt like the world was going to end. I had so much support from the people running blinc.

  

You can listen to all my poems here My #noirconwy that was projected from the bird boxes

My A5 Poem Projection

The highlight was seeing my face on the castle (photography by Roger Smith check out his work it here http://www.flickr.com/photos/roj/ )

I’ve reworked the projection for the small screen 🙂

I felt so much joy from the weekend after the stress and deflation from the hectic build up on thursday and friday. I just sat on sunday all night thing where I was this time last year. What better way to capture my feelings than I n a few words.

Of an eye…

 At the start of winter nights

Mist enhances light.

Cold soles warm heart.

The projection knights.

The homeless man,

He took it in.

Told me don’t fear the dark,

just watch the rain

I now can stride.

In the past I tried,

Ancient brick walls

Beam with pride.

Its drawing in,

Water on skin.

The streets feel.

The last night still

stoking the glow.

We must move,

Project our souls.

Now understanding,

By passing our goals?

Again more adventures into moving image. I like this it has a real dirty feel to it. It makes me feel like the journey back from something that may have regretted doing. I think the music rumbles along really well with it. As ever let me know what you think, feel, dislike…

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Adding Photography to music is something that really interests me. I was approached by Joel Cockrill to work on a project with my images to his music. I think the music changes the feel of work. What do you think? The work is from three bodies of work. The now demolished car park from Get Carter in Gateshead called Trinity Square. It was designed by Owen Lunder. One of the top designers in the Brutalist movement. My Surrealist Seamless links work and the more recent ‘your last breath’