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.
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
‘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
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.
This is a series of work that took on a Canon Demi film Camera. It’s a half frame camera so from 36 images you get 72. It was a rather considered piece in that sense. It was a total conceptual idea based around the object we all recognise. The Anthony Gormley‘s statues at Crosby. I really wanted to do something different with them
This was the only Stills we were given of Mr Nash when he sent to reform in Crosby
the sun was setting on his past time to think of his past was his only why out…he said he felt at ease that we had taken the time to visit. he requested some candid shots…He asked for a picture of my feet as the induced sinking created a loss of feeling. He longed to leave a foot print in the sand…The space to think was helping him retreat from his actions…His out look was bleak but focusing on the distant seascape made clear about the future ahead…
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’
On it rumbles…
I feel like I’m really getting behind this concept. I wanted to draw on something that would be so far from my creative spectrum as possible. I’m working in fiction what if. Maybe this is the inner depth of my minds self preservation. Which generally makes me pretty boring. I’m still thinking what official direction this going
A sunny day cut short,
Morning due evaporates in your skin,
Tingle to the right
Nothing to the left
A hill could be a mountain
Voice cracks, your mouth a new shara
Your last Breath