a thousand lost walks

•September 18, 2009 • Leave a Comment

walk

A series of a thousand walks;

they began as an unknown exercise to formulate paths through the city; to cultivate an understanding of the maze in which i mumbled though; now I sit; a thousand maps of charted realm; all notated. the body acts as a vessel for the memory of an imprint. The worn shoes; the hair thrown by the wind; the face smeared with dust. I carry rocks from the sea in my pocket; lest we should forget; lest we should forget.

This is a vulnerable stage. I have emerged in half form back to this island from Venice and France; where life had become an immersion; a daily practice; and now i reveal; my memories; my steps and what imprint they have dare leave. foot steps that bring an assertion of memory that clings like a strong force to moments where a camera becomes a weapon against the power to forget. I built  a road; i did not want this to exist past the moment in which it was made; now photographs haunt; a unwitting archive to what i hoped to be private action of body and space and time.

To sit in a busy cafe and taste the sea. To juggle on a bus clinging to the remaining strands of heather i collected; to narrate time after time where my feet fell; to create a dialogue that forces collaboration between here and now and gone; a tangible intrigue which falters.

walk me

This is a developmental body of experimental research collated from a series of reflections from a series of on going walks and journeys I have made in the past six months; from England; to France; to Venice; to home; to happiness; to sadness; alone; together. I have journeyed from city to sea; to forest; from retreat; to mass; to solitude. A walk to remember; a walk to forget; a walk to forgive; a walk to generate; a walk to emerge; a walk to pause; a walk to begin; a walk to question; a walk to fight; a walk to escape; a walk to love; a walk to memory. Each walk has been documented in a photographic journal; photographs allowing me to take possession of the spaces I have passed; an act of non intervention to capture practice; my walks have become a systematic realization for image gathering to form sociological impressions and personal cartographies of landscapes. I have further developed a movement vocabulary from the series of impressions and imprint each journey created and left on me; this now forms a physical notation of the journeys I made in a non linear dialogue between actuality; memory and impression.

I have sat now for some hours forming a language from such impressions; a notation through my body of the lands i have walked and climbed; a physical image through movement of experience.

This exploration will show at 15 Minute Factory next week: http//15minutefactory.blogspot.com/

Current train:

” to photograph allows us to take possession of space” Susan Sontag; so to dance allows that possession to form a new dialogue that stretches beyond traditional boundaries of expectation of the form of memory; if “the act of picture taking is an event in itself” (Sontag) then the act of seeking alternative source and inspiration from that picture becomes practice. I am notating the experience of the non linear counter intuitive dialogue which i form between my body; space and time; such relationship forms content in the ability to gage the affect and effect of spatial encounter.

I will be writing a publication of these 1000 walks to be released July 2010.

Potrebbe essere venuto presto? Una serie di sentieri attraverso la città di Venezia. 10054 immagini

•September 13, 2009 • 1 Comment

Una serie di sentieri attraverso la città di Venezia.

Tutto con lo scopo ed indica.

Tutto di essere documentato ed essere spiegato.

il sentimento ora conferendo poteri

10054 immagini; cadendo nella mia mente; la città esiste; porto l’immagine dopo che l’immagine di consentire che lui esistere; ripetere per formare una memoria.

Ma questa sera non posso guardarli.

completare con la mia propria memoria; non ha deciso ancora come esportare e dividere tale knoledge; come questo deve essere un rivelare di rivelazione così personale,

dico nessuno più, solo le mie linee sono qui sulla mappa

saturday paths

Una conversazione con la città: un che lavorando giorno a Venezia.

•September 12, 2009 • Leave a Comment

night

Per immaginare la città con le vene; un cuore; che pompa il sangue giù passaggi così stretti formando un’armonia ed un’esistenza che sta in piedi di indossare contro un che il ticchettando orologio.

Per visitare o a abitato; la città non commenta; indossa solo un’impressione. La riflessione può spiegare le cicatrici nei muri, una tipografia densa di abuso.

 history

 C’è tale poesia questo giorno; ciò come siedo qui nella conte y le ore attendendo l’alba di sorgere di nuovo e portare le strade ha armato con una coscienza che sveglia e mette all’erta qualcosa che ha temuto di mescolare per alcuno tempo.

support left

 

set one

 

trace us

weapon

flock herd

 

Il giorno comincia prima; l’alba gioca con la mia macchina fotografica e con io; ci deride; portando; dando ed il ‘marching ‘ che ci inoltriamo a un’indicazione di certa speranza.

new home

Questo è vecchio; temo che la sua morte come i greggi abusino le sue strade un giorno dopo l’altro.

show 1

 

set 2

 

Hans Peter Feldman Shadow play 1941 ( my image)

L’incarico Un: le persone di marca portano la stessa immagine dall’indicazione di Incarico di centro d’interesse due: la passeggiata nei cerchi ed entra nell’Incarico di maniera tre: porta sempre strada la più lunga e più
difficile. L’incarico quattro: porta le fotografie via dagli oggetti ed i luoghi che non sono mai mostrato nell’Incarico di guida cinque: le conversazioni di notate; le citazioni formano un manoscritto che dovrebbe essere
ripetuto e dovrebbe essere innestato la retromarcia di formare la sciocchezza.

citta

set 5

 

walking

….

Gli incarichi fanno la cartografia del labirinto sembra un po’meno ovvia e le mappe ed i segni possono essere licenziati.

herd

…..

Ho camminato dall’alba al crepuscolo; parlando e formando; facendo e creando; ballando e camminando; facendo quest’un mondo di viaggi della mente attraverso lo spazio. Sento esposto e vulnerabile; la mia mente ha esposto ora nei libri e nelle immagini; essere considerato.

expose

stage door

beauty

…..

Il progetto: i libri dal soffitto come le docce di conoscenza; il labirinto di canestri; posso trovare una nuova casa? Posso costruire una nuova strada?

… Una serie di spazi sono rapidamente costruite ed è distrutta; fatto e disfatto. Questo è la terra di dolore beato; una fantasticheria nelle menti ha alimentato con lo scontento.

light dance ap set

Sono armato con i miei attrezzi; la mia macchina fotografica; gli spazi sono la mia conquista; esportare la mente nello spazio; consentire lo spazio consumare e dettare.

relgion held

Ci sono delle discussioni sull’uso di lingua; lasciare il lavoro parla per sé; lasciare lo spettatore determina il destino.

Un uomo diventa l’amico; il viaggio dal luogo di situare; ciascuno sembra essere un po’più avanzato nel suo stato di decadenza.

Gli spazi spazi intermedi mi consumano; trovo i lavori meno. Meno.

Questa città ha riempito un incantesimo culturale. Ospita tutta l’arte; il giocatore principale nell’indicazione di qualunque nuovo talento. Sento che un ondeggia di delusione al familiare di viste ancora sconosciuto;

Una mappa dagli oggetti forma più narrazione di il turista guida.

Foto Rapida.

Le strade sono rivestite con le macchine fotografiche; dovrei aggiungere un altro? Guardo come dieci persone raccolgono ed immagazzinano la stessa immagine; l’hanno paura scomparirà? Affonda nelle profondità oscure della laguna proprio come i loro sogni può?

reflect

Perché questo è è la città di idillio? Entro l’aria di crepuscolo; la laguna porta un’aria di mare debole e le campane di chiesa squillano; una sposa cammina attraverso il quadrato; nessune parole qui; rimane nella lingua e nella conversazione del paesaggio; l’architettura e la luce.

Parlo ai viaggiatori crollati nel negozio di gelato; amano la città; sorridono quando parlano di tali emozioni.

La città di amore? Di memoria? Di un’illusione alla grandiosità come sediamo nel quadrato alla mezzanotte bevendo il liquore in Florien’ s; questo sbiadirà, ma per ora mi permetto in tale utopia.

?

 

home bound

Gioco con la luce ed esaurisce: formando le immagini per una serie.

 

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Ho viaggiato ora della grande distanza attraverso questa città; una mappa dettaglia un sentiero;

Ma dunque molte strade lasciate di essere camminate.

Un bisogno di consumare la terra prima che cade?

 

Friday on map

 

Dormire qui i tatti in vano. Un bisogno di respirare l’aria ed immerge ogni momento. Per consentire che la città e la mente incontrare.

Venice: Feild work: to repeat: to Exist.

•September 11, 2009 • Leave a Comment

Un settembre in Venezia

 

walk one

Un parallelo strano alla vita l’anno scorso; un marchio di cambiamento.

Arrivo e subito un taxi di acqua mi porta al palazzo che sto in.

Cammino il giorno attraverso.

Un odore del familiare ed un pensiero di certezza.

Questo è la città dove immagino nessuni muri.

Dunque molte viste che non posso elencare di bellezza così perpetua che fa me sempre un po’triste.

Dunque molti pensieri che consuma come la città diventa ancora una volta familiare; questo è la città che porta la mia mente.

Ho cominciato oggi. Sono qui al notate e rilevo la mappa la città; formare i passaggi che è scomparso dal radar del Disneyland che consuma i greggi che truppa attraverso le strade strette.

Oggi ho testimoniato tale bellezza che i miei occhi non possono riposarsi.

Invece ho fatto una serie di sentieri ed i passaggi attraverso il labirinto di cui sono così appassionato.

walk one ( 2 )

Una solitudine di strade solitarie nelle folle vaste; lavorando la città come un canovaccio; riempe e le linee liscie di agitazione.

 

walk one Venice september 10th 09

 

fury

 

una strada di tale avidità ed il caos è incontra tale calore come la furia sbiadisce e ci possiamo si riposare all’ombra di silenzio

refuge

 

per chiamare fuori da nessuno nome e non sperare essere trovato nelle mie anse attraverso i pascoli utopistici; cercando la pace; un nuovo calmo alla forma urbana

 

verso un’alba

reflections on a walk ( series of 34)

•September 4, 2009 • Leave a Comment

I undertook a series of 34 walks in the Northern climbs of Brittany. Staying in converted barn near Plurien; with my mother, father and a bicycle; I commenced a series of explorations and interventions of the vast expanses of landscapes I walked through; camera and I. A journey to nothing in particular other than open eyes.

walk 1 of 34

 

nous marchons.
parce que nous devons marcher.
je confine.
consommer des fascinations sans fin.
un paysage qui s’attarde.
fatiguer de vieilles chaussures
recueillir des images comme si les moments de clarté
un champ de vision
qui bouge pour considérer certainite
une tristesse qui traduit dans les pas pour former une série de passages.
un voyage à nulle part mais quelque part.
un rêve pour avoir du sens d’une telle crainte révérencielle.
une promenade
.

 

walk 1

I sit now in London; the empty an old concept; The land which I loved and lost; found and dismissed.

pre walk

A holiday?

walk 5 ( of 34)

A break from city walk to climb hills and lands that consume colour film.

 

walk 8 ( of 34)

 

A series of movements that gradually form and reform; potential and ideology.

I took a map and imagined journeys and drew them as lines which will remain un traced. To measure distance in footsteps and to wonder what a landscape can hold. This land holds wonder; solace; notions of a space that holds and can never be held; to walk to remember to walk to erase all memory with each foot step. To walk to think. When we sit; what occurs can take a form of muddled cacophony of voices; forged fragments; as the distance increases; the rhythmic patterning of a walk that forms a series of imprints that in time for a nostalgia for nothing and everything. A walk to frame the mind. A series of lands that create some narrative form to swift moving thought. I wonder that what impression I would leave on such desolate climbs where my foot prints are the first for some time; though thick forest; through fields of rock; to dreams; to a feeling of imagination that cannot help but soar to a seemingly empty sky.

 

walk 14 ( of 34)

 

 

walk 26 ( of 34 )

 

 

 

walk 19 ( of 34)

 

By moonlight the landscape becomes foreign; the darkness forms new corners for the mind to wander through long narrow passages; a journey that begins in sunlight; a bright fierce awakening; that ends in the dark silent sultry tone of the moon; the journey that begs description yet demands no words; a moon of a cycle of hope; a start and only a murmur as to the potential of an end.

walk 21 ( of 34)

 

 

walk 2 ( of 34)

 

 

 

walk 31 ( of 34)

 

Armed with my camera; almost another arm of conscious thought; I consume; greedy to form collections of collages of the life that breathes about my steps; images falling like tired confetti in the arms of strangers who do not know where it should scatter so collect it in hole lined pockets. I perhaps am lost without my camera; unnerved as to what to do with the images that I possess; formations and experiences of landscapes; the sensation of awe contained neatly in a 5 x 7 35mm. the struggle to document this paradise that heaves with the winds through old trees that know your secrets.

A walk through a place that does not have a name; and does not have an identity past the notions I cement in my mind; to become a place; to become an identity that shakes the root of all clause to definite geography.

walk 1 of 34

 This walk will remain a voyage; camera in arm; result uncertain

I sit now in London; the empty an old concept; The land which I loved and lost; found and dismissed.  

une fin qui n’arrivera jamais. 
une promenade qui ne sait aucune fin.
finir seulement pour moissonner une autre carte de possibilte
un pas à un endroit qui peut une fois avoir été une maison.
au pneu de chutes sans fin et les ruisseaux.
crier dans une forêt et une merveille qui entend.
marquer une pause et  plus calm.

walk 34 of 34

 

a brief pause

•September 4, 2009 • Leave a Comment

I have walked a road

my feet are heavy and my shoes weathered with tired holes

a series of images repeats of such vistas

the memory of being alone in bleak climbs that let the imagination fly on the wings of a bedraggled pigeon

this place is nameless

i built a road

i came home

home is falling

the footsteps still continue

a measuring pace

with no certainity.

walk fin

• ‘The city is a place of encounters, unexpected discoveries and social exchange where citizens are taken on a new journey time after time.’

•August 12, 2009 • 2 Comments

babylon a rise

This is home

he coughed a little

then returned to his haunt

a warmth of hiding in the dark

this city know no one

it wont ask a name

we seek softness

in created places

forged realities and half notions of blundering success

the adverts tell us we need more

we buy more

we feel less

its get thrown away and made into a new castle

Awaiting notice

I stumbled here and stepped tentaively into a world I was not welcome

suddenly a camera was seen a dangerous weapon allowing an imprint of these lives to be taken

life in a pea green boat

a sea of dirty clothes

next to paradise forum

no map negates

site walks LABAN 09

a playground?

a stage?

A home?

a new flat block?

Is it possible to create creative spaces? An evaluation of the role of observational practices in the creation modern public spaces in urban environments.

As urban populations increase there is becoming a necessity in development to utilise spaces that previously would have been cast aside as wastelands, such spaces are becoming prominent communal spaces in the city, often temporary spaces with functioning arts projects for sometimes often a few months, but such projects in temporary spaces encourage creative use of the city and encourage the scope for creative intervention.

Creative Space can be constructed in any pocket of the city where there is the resource physically and creatively to maintain it. This does not have to be defined to specific architectural projects or even temporary space projects, it can simply be a small intervention within existing space that encourages thought and causes space users to review their surrounding habitat more closely due to added external stimuli ‘at all levels of society people use urban space creatively and often such creativity is bought about through adversity or diversity.’

I am currently making a study based on William H Whyte;

Whyte. W. H. (1980) The Social Life of Small Urban Spaces. USA. Project for Public Spaces. Edwards Brothers

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Whyte’s observations of Public Space: The command of thought and vision

Through an in depth analysis of Whyte’s The Social Life of Small Urban Spaces.  I am able to present a further example as to how observation of urban life can have successful and useful contributions to town planning practices.

Whyte’s investigations as to use of public space by inhabitants form conclusive statements as to the impact of space design on the choreography of daily life. Through extensive observation periods using minimal technological he creates detailed and sustained accounts as to how activity in public space fluctuates, and how observation of such flux can be utilised in urban planning.

‘We started by studying how people use plazas. We mounted time lapse cameras overlooking the plazas and recorded daily patterns.’

Collecting an abundance of documentation the ‘intensification of the natural choreography of place,’   the; ‘tendency towards reciprocal gestures in street conferences, the rhymes of the three phrase good bye’  he habits of daily existence, these records were used to support particular theories of public space use, but can also be used as interesting pieces photographic art inspired by daily life. This has very similar output as to the work of Atget, and could be considered a modern day continuation of his practices.

Whyte’s observations have taken place in many different parts of the city, observing the social functions of particular city design features through simple documentation of observation. Such contributions aid the understanding of the choreography and even scenography of the urban landscape. With meticulous detail in his observations

Crucial to Whyte’s practice was his sense that he needs to inform and educate others as to effective means to establish their own observational practices to continue his legacy of vision. This was done through papers, newspapers, journals, and published materials. This is seminal to an appreciation of the impacts of observation to artists, readers and town planners alike. He commands; ‘watch these flows and you will appreciate how very important these steps can be’ encouraging active appreciation of the street as means of resource.

Whyte’s creation of the theory of ‘Triangulation’  forms an articulate example as to power of street art to divert attention to creative thought for the mass, encouraging interaction through observation from passers by. He explains’ the stimulus can be physical object or sight’.  The effect of such creative activity has measurable and certain effects and can itself form a part of the naturalistic place choreography of the street.

‘A virtue of street acts is their unexpectedness. when people crowd around an entertainer, it happens very quickly, in 40 or 50 seconds, they look much like children who have come upon a treat, some will be smiling in simple delight.’

The majority of Whyte’s investigations occurred in well populated areas of the urban landscape, as his main agenda was to determine how city dwellers used popular public space.

‘We see what we expect to see and have been so conditioned to see crowded spaces in certain city that is often difficult to see empty ones, but we looked, there they were.’

I am keen to relate his theories of the use of well populated space to wasteland and derelict areas of the city, and to study how such wilderness is used by city dwellers, through means of observation and photographic study, I am forming case studies of particular areas and the means in which they are utilised socially and creatively.

My study of Whyte’s practice has been an invaluable contribution to collating aspects of town planning theory into my own practice.

move along to home steads

developing a mode of construction

•August 8, 2009 • 2 Comments

developing a mode of construction

developing a mode of construction

A body through space
space around the body
a means of modal perception

When a line in space; or a band in space passes across a void; is not traced; is not shaped; is not deigned in the body but is conveyed into the space out of the body then spatial projection can begin to form a spatial plane. The line is invisible; intangible, yet dynamically is received as a tension across the body. When the shape; the line; is in the body; the shape and the body are one; the shape made visible in the body is deigned. The visible designs in the body are seen; perceived easily; they are a strong avenue to meaning from the dancer to the spectator; from me to you.

Forsythe develops spatail planes

WHEN A LINE IN SPACE;A PATTERN; IS DRAWN BY PART OF THE BODY; ONE PART TRACED INTO THE AIR; ON TO THE FLOOR; FILLING A VOID. A PROGRESSION IN SPACE OCCURS; A LINEAR PROGRESSION. THE LINE IS FELT BY THE DANCER CLEARLY; THIS IS THEIR INTENTION; THE LINE IS SEEN BY THE DANCER FLEETINGLY SO SOON OVER; PASSING BARELY VISIBLE; BARELY PERCEIVED; RECEIVED AS MOVEMENT; FLOWING ON. WHEN A BAND IN SPACE; AS SHAPED HAND; A SOLID PATTERN; IS DRAWN BY PART OF THE BODY; BY A PLANAL PART; A BROAD BAND IN SPACE IS TRACED; SHAPING OCCURS; FOR MS ARE SHAPED. But how is this perceived; this systematic functioning of spatial visualisation of the dancer; internal dialogues between body and space; but how so the body perceived in the space; when the emotions of the dancer are removed from the inventory.

an interruption or temporary suspension of progress or movement;

•July 19, 2009 • Leave a Comment

imagine a blank map

what happens when the place ballet reaches

stillness

all place is suspended into pause and existence pauses to allow your imgaination a short solo role of construction and new cartography

Brief sight lines of momentary pause
as stillness echoes in loud unruly haunts.

the mind can re name the streets

the architects dream city quicky forms

the planners new routes shape

the train driver re routes the country

this could be our place?

my place? your place? their place?

a place?

A feeling that resounds through memory of movement.

what has been here? which body has lingered there under the street lamp and leaves a scent of misery? what foot steps went unheard over the leaking drain? what route did the rag and bone cart trail another heavy load? city of memory, imprints of old maps, left untouched by the destruction of time in the archival eye

The blossom of a polluted tree that shines in drab street glow
a warm hand that holds me close through self protection as we march.

i want to taste memory and hold it close

a hand that has travelled across seas to be held lightly without crushing. he passed an angel whispers, brushing a metal cheek.

a moment.

A moment where attachment to place is won over to person.
city flux that cannot grasp tight.

there can be no stillness.

a pause of a walk of calm to a sitauation where too much of the city has already been written and over written; Walter Benjamin asks; ‘ who amogst us has not dreamt? ‘ we can drift this constructed maze letting out minds float to distant lands and imagined realms; a camera forms a tool kit of selected parts, allowing us to notate out personal geographies; the essence of a handcrafted utopia lies in a pause.

 a pause stood listening to an uproar
City flux performance; June 08.

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un endroit silencieux; une promenade à une différente utopie.

•July 18, 2009 • Leave a Comment

(escape) libre

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(escape) 1

nous marchons.

âmes au vent.

un pas libre à une utopie qui n’a aucune foule.

la ligne de ciel a été dégagée.

l’esprit repose sur le vent.

une fuite.

marquer une pause.

penser.

entrer dans le fait d’entrer dans la ville avec un pas plus mou.

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