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Friday, October 19, 2012

Une Etoile



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Shot in Cannes during the summer of 2009 this film reflects the isolation and disconnection of travel, and my accompanying feelings around childhood. Informed by the track "In McDonalds " by the dubstep artist Burial, the equipment used was a Canon Ixus i100s shooting @ 720HD. The film was shown in a group show, "Parallel worlds parallel dimensions " at the Scalamata Gallery in Venice in November 2009 www.scalamata.com www.veneziacontemporanea.org

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Piscine

Shot in Royan, France



I shot this in the Easter of 2010. This is the outdoor pool at the seaside resort of Royan on the West Coast of France. I'd enjoyed a real hot summer there a few years previously, lounging against a white washed wall, soaking in that sense of energy that the sun brings. The sadness and melancholy of seeing the place unloved at this time of year, yet bathed in such beautiful light, made me want to record those feelings. The tune is from an Australian album, Austral Voices and is called Song of the Wind.

Wednesday, June 08, 2011

Success....a relative term

As an avid follower of the river that runs down to the source that is misery, the coming weeks are fraught with confusion. That period between the denounement and the hope a new beginning brings, made sufferable by buckets of sun and sandcastles built on shifting speculation.


As in years gone by, from my lofty perch in Ellerslie Road, the palpable expectation of those around me constantly singe my reality. Those fools entranced by red top mischief really do believe in the promise that is borne on the back of subterfuge. Soon to be drowned in the poverty of affluence, subsumed to the ambition and politic of those in loafers and brylcreem, they query my pain.

With so few summers left, I on the other hand am content to wallow in expectation of another sort, breathless in my pursuit of the sublime I scour the moment. For what is success save the gestalt of minutiae dressed up in size nines and snoods. I once saw Pythagoras, Block H, Row T Seat 112............................

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Tick tock......

Tick tock, tick tock, the caustic drip of time erodes. Scale and memory is embedded through fibres frayed on the shirt sleeve of obvious. Hearts ripped and torn by the flailing knives of thoughtless innocence.

The lingering pain of ignorance passed down until it no longer has any resonance to that time and place from whence it appeared. The remedy is to know there is no remedy, no hiding place within the cardboard sole that works but for a moment, the exercise so futile.

The stench of piss, the ignomy of separation between a rasher and a joint leads on to the house where no one lives, the hole in the roof shines no light into that soul so pure. Fighting to be heard above the silence, the deafening silence. Do I hear anything save that of the knock on the door that brings disappointment and delayed promise.

Get back sweet misery, the fruits of the fear sit here now and yet cannot ever gild the lily that wilts so readily before the reckoning.

Friday, January 07, 2011

Living in the darkness

Hunkered down in the foxhole of insecurity we keep digging. Fingernails splintered, lungs inflated, panic standing on the nape of your neck driving you further down into the detritus of memory. Are we consoled yet fooled by the promise of redemption, the lot of Camus' dream. Oh that perfect boulder balanced upon the edge of reason and hope. If only the love of here and now produced more desire, was able to colour these bleak short days where damp and decay exist. The sleep we sleep is temporary, without finality, yearning for that connection to the perfect dream where suckling consoles before the rape of safety. Will spring ever return ?