“When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the universe.”
Still looking for a home … my eye is drawn to deserted ramshackle rural buildings to lay my hat.
Drawing for research for new sculpture ‘Home: 3 bed semi’.
Utilising found rusty bed springs as stencils and nails as masks to create the nests I sprayed paint building up the layers. The image was completed with digital drawing using a wacom tablet.
In Newcastle and Gateshead yesterday visiting exhibitions at the Hatton Gallery and Side Gallery.
Side Gallery had the impressive exhibition by documentary photographer Dean Chapman.
Tsunami: Archaeology of a Disaster: explores the aftermath of Japan’s 2011 earthquake and tsunami. It marks the second anniversary of the catastrophe, which came on March 11, 2011. Three months later Dean traveled down the northeast coast of Honshu, Japan’s main island, photographing devastated communities that he had previously documented in the summer of 1999. He photographed again in autumn 2011 and 2012, capturing the widespread damage and loss, as well as the slow, methodical clean-up and reconstruction. The exhibition brings together work from all four journeys. (Extract from Side Gallery).
I took this photo as one of my friends walked across the bridge between Gateshead and Newcastle.
This week I am researching ways I can visualise the concept of the Earth being our home and how that has the potential to reconfigure our perception of the planet. Professor Brian Cox confirmed this notion last week on his television programme ‘The Wonders of Life’.
On one of my local beach walks, with my dog Dill, I discovered several rusty mattresses – the sea had stripped the fabrics and abandoned the metal armatures on the shore.
The rusty tangled web of bed springs was highly evocative of home: a fragile nest symbolic of the natural home.
The photo shows a sample of the idea with a bird’s nest cradled in a bed spring.
The staff at the University of Central Lancashire decided it was a good idea to share my research methods by creating a research wall on one of the frequented corridors. With trepidation I emptied my head onto the wall with a very convoluted flow diagram over graffiti style stencilled motifs of flies and cracked walls. In line with fire risk minimisation I am prohibited of of sticking any paper or object on the wall.
The impact is growing as every two weeks I add my latest findings. It definitely creates a new dynamic in the hallowed halls of scientific enquiry and I believe it is a topic of interesting conversation in my absence! I am still undecided if I would like to hear that or not.
The images show progress last month.
A tiny pigeon feather brings wondrous inspiration even when magnified 30 times.
Thanks to uclan for the use of their scanning electronic microscope.
“Outside-of in the middle of me,” yes: let’s make it clear that the only “outside” that there really is never the one we see out the window, which is only “outside” due to its difference from the “inside.”
Jean Luc Nancy from an interview in Atopia 2007
‘The real outside is “at the heart” of the inside’.
Sometimes it’s the little surprises that bring the widest smiles.
Tufts of the freshest greens carpet the woods and walls with a luxurious velvet texture – moss – inspiration and joy.