February 2012
40 posts
East St
The following sequence is from Sunday at East Street Arts 24hr studio occupation.
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Bar
Sat behind the bar he eventually confessed himself to be a graffiti writer which is how I know he was telling the truth. While I can’t say he agrees, I think we were on the same page when I say Leeds is an adolescent city. Growing up awkward and uncomfortable with a future, but one that it is far from peaceful with. I think having one of the largest student populations in the UK is a big...
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Singer
We talked last time. A month ago. I liked her immediately. Disarming charm without anything false. Cheeky, but delicate with it. Beautiful. We meet and she stands taller than her stature, as usual. She talks about things I believe. The lights come up. Time to go,
“So, you have my number, get in touch when you don’t have to be sensible”
“I don’t think I...
Neighbour
My next door neighbour got some drums for Christmas and decided to put them in his room which shares a wall with my bedroom. He’s trying to learn by putting on a track and attempting to follow the beat, but still doesn’t seem to have grasped the concept of 4-4, or any regular time signature for that matter. When they have band practice it’s worse. Then it’s a whole room...
Phone
So I lost my mobile phone two weeks ago. Haven’t bought a new one yet because it’s bliss without one.
Hard Landing
For the journey home I pick up a cheap and typically delicious freshly made sandwich and some pastries from an angelic assistant in a bakery in Neukölln S-bahn station. As she looks into my eyes I feel like we are the only two people on the planet.
Leaving Berlin Schönefeld the airport security are military, the female head guard stands at the back observing everything, the whole team are...
Film
I didn’t bring a digital camera to Berlin. Everything has been shot on 35mm film. Images will follow in the next few weeks.
Bittersweet
Life is bittersweet, alcohol is bittersweet. I think that it’s easy to accept this familiarity and think they belong together. Being drunk is all about base emotion, fight or flight, sex, life and death, something some people feel they generally lack in the relative safety of modern life, so then proceed to smash their brains out at the weekend down the bar. Of course, in general terms,...
Black bloc
“You look like one of them”
Apparently, the clothes I’m wearing suggest I’m a member of a Black bloc. After shredding my other trousers in a bike crash now I’m wearing all black and a patterned Palestinian style scarf. I never liked wearing all black. I always thought it showed a lack of imagination and a propensity for the macabre but, it is extremely practical...
Slynk
Every once in a while you get to hear a track that makes you feel happy to be alive. Today that was Slynk and Boogie Call. If you like that, there’s another cat from down under called Fdel. Check out Rephrase too. Seems like a lot of great new funk is coming from Australia these days… must be all the sunshine.
25
Snow underfoot, crumbly texture. It’s been a bit warmer these last few days, -6˚C or so. Hang on, now there’s sand on the floor?!? It’s a Hawaiian cocktail bar. Walking home I drew smiley faces in the snow on 25 car windscreens.
Iced
Last night we sat in the pub drinking ale looking through the window watching drunk scantily clad women shiver while they tried to walk across ice in stiletto heels.
Only in England.
“Under conditions of peace the warlike man attacks himself” (Nietztsche, Beyond good and evil)
Delicate slides over smooth picking up hits. Sensitive subtle surface. Future backwards, cycle spirals. Waves over rock like thought over mind.
The meek will inherit dogma.
take me away. wanted something, but it came with a corpse. Be careful to the old self, it seemed like a good idea at the time.
January 2012
20 posts
Exhibition
Tomorrow evening is the view for our exhibition. Leeds College of Art, Blenheim site, Mosaic café, 6-9pm.