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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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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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Revisiting this-island, a sour time regained.
Can we sidestep dangerous billionaires? Continue reading
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The Holy Mountain
For Beaker. I’ve got this friend called Kath who I’ve known since September 1984. Ours was a momentous meeting in a year of spectacular happenings. We met at Stockport College where we were both scratching around trying to get some post O Level qualifications, whilst also launching into some happy, socially hedonistic adventures that would… Continue reading
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Gerrunder
1988. There was a man who had a dog and he didn’t like the dog that much, the dog didn’t like the man at all but they were stuck with each other, a dog-man fusion. We saw them down the pub in the Langdale Valley where the man shouted at the dog, ‘Gerrunder!’ A rage… Continue reading
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a Dream that dreams us.
‘when some thing flows in one direction, some thing else sneaks in the other direction’ John Hyatt. ‘There is no past, there is no future, there is only the Now‘ The Pilot of Bee Patrol. John Hyatt left his body and left a heartbroken world and a book full of songs. My first encounter with… Continue reading
the moss garden 