Sunday 18 July 2021

celebrating freedom day

 


we were phoning in
from
a
phony home
from
the back of beyond
from
 a backward glance

keeping
a
respectful distance
 
 elbow bumps
and
insecticide
contagion

we were phoning in
from a diffident world
and
we traced
a long 
stain
running 
down
the pavement

let's raise a glass
let's raze 
a world
let's dance and sing
let's
keep our distance

 








 







 
 
 
 


Sunday 11 July 2021

the passage of time

  
silence

 
 


observation/reflection/enlightenment
 
 
 
 
 
 procession for hilary
 



interment
 
 


These pictures chart a healing process undertaken through photography.
 
'The Silence' is a mixed-media image constructed over a number of years using photography, collage and photo-copying techniques.

The man split in two is me. In between is a photograph of my father and my sister, Hilary. My father died aged forty eight of a massive heart attack. Hilary died aged eight. She pedalled her bike from behind a bus to cross the road. Her God-father, our family doctor, was waving at her. She never made it to the other side.
 
The tape across my mouth symbolises the silence that followed in the wake of these deaths. No-one explained anything to me. Not family, not friends, not my school, not anyone. I was left alone, a ten year old, in deafening silence as I tried to figure out things myself.
 
'Observation/reflection/enlightenment' is about coming to terms with death and then the subsequent birth of both a learning disabled son and a physically and learning disabled grandson.
 
All things pass. Eventually.
 
The photograph was taken on a Lomo, a little plastic film camera. I took it in a lift at work surrounded by reflected light.
 
'Procession for Hilary' is the only photograph in the series rendered in colour, and deliberately so. A Mexican mariachi celebration.
 
It's part in homage to Anton Corbyn's brilliant 'Atmosphere' video, part in homage to Peter Blake's sublime Parade collage work.
 
The final piece is 'Interment'. Is this the final resting place for the ashes of Hilary or just an eye on the ever unfolding universe?
 

Saturday 3 July 2021

melts

 



when those rocks
 
hit
 
hard
 
they free
 
three
 
thoughts
 
 
a frozen garden
 
floating in space
 
melts