tanks & tablecloths day out vol. I

Lizzy and I made a visit to the Holman's Test Mine at Camborne School of Mines to look at potential sites for our on-going Tanks & Tablecloths project. There's definitely scope for our film with their Nirex chamber  (see bottom image).

bideford black: the next generation

Delighted to have had my proposal selected for Bideford Black: The Next Generation, an ACE funded project. In association with The Burton Art Gallery & Museum and Flow.

Other artists include: Neville & Jean Gabie, Corinne Felgate, Luce Choules, ATOI, Tabatha Edwards, Sam Treadaway, and Littlewhitehead. Filmmaker Liberty Smith is commissioned to document each artist's project.

The first site visit presented a surprising and unusual landscape – and the beautiful seam of Bideford Black pigment.

fine times

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

  

Places where things are happening.
Lots of lovely indoors, lots of lovely outdoors.
All as it should be.
(But how in God's name did I get to this ripe old age and not know the addictive delights of the sound of ice being thrown against frozen water? Have I been alive?!)

Happy New Year!

a different piece of sea

locked

But now no music was on her mind. That was a funny thing. It was like she was shut out of the inside room. Sometimes a quick little tune would come and go - but she never went into the inside room with music like she used to do. It was like she was too tense. Or maybe because it was like the store took all her energy and time. Woolworth's wasn't the same as school. When she used to come home from school she felt good and was ready to start working on the music. But now she was always too tired. At home she just ate supper and slept and then ate breakfast and went off to the store again. A song she had started in her private notebook two months before was still not finished. And she wanted to stay in the inside room but she didn't know how. It was like the inside room was locked somewhere away from her. A very hard thing to understand.

The Heart is a Lonely Hunter by Carson McCullers

studies in indirect communication vol. xii: lusty exclamation!

I'm a bit in love with these paper fluoro-bang things at the moment…
They're stuck on my studio wall and I keep looking at them.
Somehow they're linked to all my speech bubbles for the Studies in Indirect Communication series, but I don't yet fully know how.

fanal

 

 

 

Fanal: an obsolete term for a small lighthouse, a beacon, a ship's lantern.

Found these old maps at a car boot several years ago and rediscovered them in my vast book shelf. Beautiful, beautiful quality of line that just deserved some small mention.

And whilst on the subject of oceans and clifftops and shorelines, this looks like it's going to be really interesting and may well help me with my (very) slowly blossoming ideas about the infinity of the sea and it's customs and tales…

The Ocean with Richard Hawley tonight at 23:30 on BBC Radio 2.
(Why so late?! Some of us have to get up at 6am to work. I hope they do a podcast…)

off camping!

some valentine

a period of darkness

With SCB, Anne & Armin

snowy & barn

With help from Cornwall Birding

I appear to have become a twitcher…
This evening at dusk: the impossible task of photographing an owl I am unlikely to be able to see or hear. But I think perhaps that is the idea.

birds eye drawings

From our apartment window. Photos by SB.

one pink room

scaredy-cats & fear-rabbits

'Our interest's on the dangerous edge of things.'

Robert Browning, Bishop Blougram's Apology, 1855.

magestic

It's not often that Falmouth feels like the place where it's all happening. But the Tall Ships departing our harbour brought the masses. And even sunshine.

As all the ships paraded and lined themselves up to begin the race, it felt like they were doing it just for all of us, up in our attic drinking champagne and day-old birthday cake. A fitting 60th birthday view for my father.

Appropriately, whilst looking through all my photographs this morning, I also stumbled across this tune that I copied whilst in London a few days before:

The Pirate's Gospel ~ Alela Diane

i pledge allegiance to the outdoors

As if I needed any more holidays…

Nonetheless, I want to make a tour of Scotland and its many moot hills. And then I want to make a project about them.

places where something might happen vol. II

The story begins with a woman who wears long yellow, cotton socks on her hands as gloves. It ends with two people meeting in a field of poppies. Or maybe it begins with two people meeting in a field of poppies and ends with a woman who wears long yellow, cotton socks on her hands as gloves.

pause under glass vol. IV

Photographs of photographs under glass, Isles of Scilly Museum