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Sunday 23 October 2011
Thursday 13 October 2011
'in autumn the sky is tall and wide'
she just sent into my inbox as i was contemplating what would make a suitable last post here.
but that image captures it pretty well: the sky is tall and wide, the wind around my head makes it feel lighter. the rain and its many variations do their own thing to it too.
autumn is definitely the time for moving. for so many years it has already been. no wonder that m used to say that autumn was my season.
this place here has served me well. last weekend i got lost in the several hundreds of posts, went through many of them, back and further, sometime with a cringe more often with a grin. yeap. the blog served me well for my big departure and the arrival to the many things that are becoming.
one thing it definitely is no longer is paint and pastel. even the cluck_cluck may have moved from animal form to text: find_search (repeat) is what i will be calling it for the next little while.
so, i'm taking the presence as some kind of arrival. having moved some posts across to my new/old website, i will take some of this blog with me. hopefully too, many of you. without the worry that whoever will find me in future was really looking for paint and pastel and the often promised, never delivered instructive tutorials.
thanks for the time! it has been precious.
as of now: all future resides in find_search (repeat) aka http//ghelms.com (with functioning rss feed and email subscriptions, and a little bit lighter as without the many syndications that google provides).
but that image captures it pretty well: the sky is tall and wide, the wind around my head makes it feel lighter. the rain and its many variations do their own thing to it too.
autumn is definitely the time for moving. for so many years it has already been. no wonder that m used to say that autumn was my season.
this place here has served me well. last weekend i got lost in the several hundreds of posts, went through many of them, back and further, sometime with a cringe more often with a grin. yeap. the blog served me well for my big departure and the arrival to the many things that are becoming.
one thing it definitely is no longer is paint and pastel. even the cluck_cluck may have moved from animal form to text: find_search (repeat) is what i will be calling it for the next little while.
so, i'm taking the presence as some kind of arrival. having moved some posts across to my new/old website, i will take some of this blog with me. hopefully too, many of you. without the worry that whoever will find me in future was really looking for paint and pastel and the often promised, never delivered instructive tutorials.
thanks for the time! it has been precious.
as of now: all future resides in find_search (repeat) aka http//ghelms.com (with functioning rss feed and email subscriptions, and a little bit lighter as without the many syndications that google provides).
Monday 10 October 2011
c | fieldwork exhibition opening
finally, tom and my show is approaching.
also finally, interlinking this blog to my new/old website.
what remains: one last post here.
what remains: one last post here.
Saturday 8 October 2011
The Glasgow Keelie (1990-93) is online
An archive of the Glasgow Keelie (1990-93) is online! The Keelie was a free broadsheet that exposed the cynicism and business motivation of the 1990 Glasgow City of Culture re-branding of the city, asking 'where's the legacy?' It highlighted the corruption of local politicians, and the plight of ordinary people during the early 90s recession.
Far too often it reads today as if little has changed. A voice much needed (again). For a future to be ours.
Thanks to those who magicked it online!
May it circulate widely and wildly!
Friday 7 October 2011
Thursday 29 September 2011
practis-ing
it's simple isn't it? practice/ practising. keeping doing. and all the while it changes, in one direction or in another. after a while, the body of practice takes shape, some contours you recognise, others you don't.
suddenly the month since the last post acquires an -s and isn't alone any longer. all the while practising turns to unpractice elsewhere.
enon lake acquired it's final form if still without wall space (not for a lack of trying). l said not long ago that a piece only becomes art in the context of others; others possibly not as audience, that's too reductive, but nonetheless, in need of its social relations. i am still pondering that one, also in relation to the evident shift to offline in my own practice.
in any case, there are a few ends that deserve an other and in this spirit, here is what became of enon lake a, incl. of its textual form.
evidently assumed, looking is often equated not only with seeing but also with understanding. in order to understand we have to look, observe, record and analyse, taking apart the different elements to recombine and preferably in the correct order to reveal meaning and significance.
the hegemony of the visual for such assumed evidence is strong. and nowhere so than if the medium is that of a truthful camera. in sound such evidence is less stringent, less taken-for-granted. however, what we can hear - the sounds that are made and recorded alongside a camera should also provide witness to what evidently is.
enon lake is a body of work that centres on a montage of photography, drawing and sound recordings. the material is collected in fieldwork at one of West of Scotland's hybrid spaces where deindustrialisation meets all sorts of attempts to instil new growth sectors - often as here tourism and retail. to facilitate such projects, another sort of evidence is required: that of business consultants whose reported evidence inspires policy. or was that the other way round?
the interweaving of photography, the glitches one image produces across software platforms, the careful observation of drawing as well as the operations conducted upon sound files undo and remake the evidence of what it was that we found in our fieldwork. in this process of mediating and reworking, the evidence becomes a thing in and of itself. strangely, so do the spaces that are produced across the UK. just like enon lake.
the layering seem obvious: people atop of more people, atop of layers of paper: the tarmac, the stones, the hedges, the trees. the water is marked for centuries. familiar lines. and yet there wasn't any water here on that first national mapping exercise. the landscape so new, so fresh. only 10 years old. and still to stand for the great outdoors, a beech hedge to enframe the basin. the boat to take the tourists, all to facilitate the movement of people from here to there to nowhere.
in all this contemporary familiarity we identify the layers and assume the knowledge of what we see. we hear the layers and again assume a knowledge. the layers are mapped across space: formations that share a name, some history (of migration, land ownership and industrial activity).
welcome to enon lake. the gateway to the great outdoors. have fun.
suddenly the month since the last post acquires an -s and isn't alone any longer. all the while practising turns to unpractice elsewhere.
enon lake acquired it's final form if still without wall space (not for a lack of trying). l said not long ago that a piece only becomes art in the context of others; others possibly not as audience, that's too reductive, but nonetheless, in need of its social relations. i am still pondering that one, also in relation to the evident shift to offline in my own practice.
in any case, there are a few ends that deserve an other and in this spirit, here is what became of enon lake a, incl. of its textual form.
helms/kavanagh enon lake a. mixed media with sound
evidently assumed, looking is often equated not only with seeing but also with understanding. in order to understand we have to look, observe, record and analyse, taking apart the different elements to recombine and preferably in the correct order to reveal meaning and significance.
the hegemony of the visual for such assumed evidence is strong. and nowhere so than if the medium is that of a truthful camera. in sound such evidence is less stringent, less taken-for-granted. however, what we can hear - the sounds that are made and recorded alongside a camera should also provide witness to what evidently is.
enon lake is a body of work that centres on a montage of photography, drawing and sound recordings. the material is collected in fieldwork at one of West of Scotland's hybrid spaces where deindustrialisation meets all sorts of attempts to instil new growth sectors - often as here tourism and retail. to facilitate such projects, another sort of evidence is required: that of business consultants whose reported evidence inspires policy. or was that the other way round?
the interweaving of photography, the glitches one image produces across software platforms, the careful observation of drawing as well as the operations conducted upon sound files undo and remake the evidence of what it was that we found in our fieldwork. in this process of mediating and reworking, the evidence becomes a thing in and of itself. strangely, so do the spaces that are produced across the UK. just like enon lake.
the layering seem obvious: people atop of more people, atop of layers of paper: the tarmac, the stones, the hedges, the trees. the water is marked for centuries. familiar lines. and yet there wasn't any water here on that first national mapping exercise. the landscape so new, so fresh. only 10 years old. and still to stand for the great outdoors, a beech hedge to enframe the basin. the boat to take the tourists, all to facilitate the movement of people from here to there to nowhere.
in all this contemporary familiarity we identify the layers and assume the knowledge of what we see. we hear the layers and again assume a knowledge. the layers are mapped across space: formations that share a name, some history (of migration, land ownership and industrial activity).
welcome to enon lake. the gateway to the great outdoors. have fun.
Thursday 14 July 2011
glue1, glue2, glue3 [repeat]
the straight line from before in detail. with manual glitch and too much orange at the moment. the work process frazzles my brain. too much construction and deconstruction. take note for any future cutup. out.
Monday 4 July 2011
the script
a joint collaboration it evolved over four days: inspired by many late nights, inspections of bat, bird and mice droppings and the hunting out of hidden lanes, lose floorboards and holes in ceilings.
the moment of truth announced itself early on a sunday afternoon. a promise of something better than a poorly told ghost story (as this one attempts to be).
along with plenty of evidence of bats (incl. chewed off butterfly wings), the nighttime visit to farm RE became in equal measure anticipated and dreaded.
l. had chickened off to round the corner, k almost got stirred by the cow's shitstirrer and all the while we wondered: who would die first and: more importantly who dunnit.
the man in the boiler suit? a woman out among the calves, owls and pips? or was after all the freshly hosed-down stables of the other farm to be the location??
if you have any further information, please leave a message
the moment of truth announced itself early on a sunday afternoon. a promise of something better than a poorly told ghost story (as this one attempts to be).
along with plenty of evidence of bats (incl. chewed off butterfly wings), the nighttime visit to farm RE became in equal measure anticipated and dreaded.
l. had chickened off to round the corner, k almost got stirred by the cow's shitstirrer and all the while we wondered: who would die first and: more importantly who dunnit.
the man in the boiler suit? a woman out among the calves, owls and pips? or was after all the freshly hosed-down stables of the other farm to be the location??
if you have any further information, please leave a message
Sunday 3 July 2011
bad transmission
it was going to start with this and unfold over the week in bad/t transmissions.
unfortunately, it was a rather bad transmission indeed. my phone never offered an E or let alone 3gs. hence: no transmission at all. all just live bat performances. maybe a little illustrated story of the highlights later (featuring collected evidence from farm resident evil).
here, in any case. the intro that never quite made it.
unfortunately, it was a rather bad transmission indeed. my phone never offered an E or let alone 3gs. hence: no transmission at all. all just live bat performances. maybe a little illustrated story of the highlights later (featuring collected evidence from farm resident evil).
here, in any case. the intro that never quite made it.
Wednesday 15 June 2011
Tuesday 14 June 2011
Sunday 12 June 2011
outside in
not for long though. sure there are uses to be found.
no doubt.
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