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public art works in progress
It is not possible to speak the whole words, or show the whole of anything. Movements and actions suggest a direction inside. Public art was always the angle as a concept of a means of producing the location of the artwork, as much as the work was always a coding of actual locations, particularly in… Continue reading
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Weightless
A lost and refound song from 2016 that John Hyatt and I made, as the Rossendale Faerie Band. weightless Video remixed from Clive Oppenheimer’s Living Earth, and a little sample from the sad and beautiful Irish film An Cailín Ciúin. Continue reading
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They Made the Stars Invisible
and other songs Music from 2020 by Gods and Aliens: the legendary John Hyatt with the Assassins of Youth ensemble, Sporty Vicious Fury Assassin and Baby Rotten Eager Assassin and the shady others, or did he say otters? Image – Strange Days by John Hyatt They Made the Stars Invisible. Video remixed from works by… Continue reading
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The Journey of the Wizard
A found lost tune from M4Sk 22, circa 2016, set to reblown film by Pasolini. Continue reading
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I Love You
The sun, through the trees says I love you, the light, from your eyes, says I love you, the hard earth that crunches underfoot says, I love you, the footprints in the frost beneath the moon where I stood before, say I love you. words by John Hyatt. The Rossendale Faerie band was a music… Continue reading
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Beautiful Things
Old paintings from the late 1990s, some details of which were used as record sleeves in the early 2000s. This painting was used for the sleeve art for Haven’s 2nd release, Beautiful Thing.July 2021. Tar paint and emulsion on paper, started 1998, it’s still breathing and moving. https://www.discogs.com/master/135209-Haven-Beautiful-Thing The vibe with the original haven art… Continue reading
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Worrier on the Edge of Town.
It was cold on the edge of 1984. Dread swamped around frayed hems, an ominous puddle stagnating as the year loomed closer, then subsiding as the new year broke and that dumfungled vision of a jackboot future forever stalled, mired at the sluice gates neath the ruined towers on the edge of town. The young… Continue reading
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