Thursday, 27 February 2014

Down The Peninsula 1: Respite




Pretty Windy Then?  Sennen, February, 2014


I haven’t managed much in the way of proper holidays away from the Midlands over the last couple of years.  Generally, I’ve devoted my free time to trying to progress my artwork or investigating environments relatively close at hand.  However, as 2013 unfolded, I did have had the sense of being a bit stuck or maybe just too thinly spread, creatively.  My activities never actually stopped but I’ve had a sense of blundering around without making any significant breakthroughs for much of the year.


Jubilee Pool, Penzance, February 2014
Jubilee Pool, Penzance, February 2014


Consequently, as the year turned, I planned the trip to Cornwall from which I recently returned, if only to gain a fresh perspective on a slightly stale situation from a location not obviously connected with my current work.  I’ve visited the village of Mousehole, (‘Mowzle’), repeatedly over decades, and witnessed the changes that have gradually overtaken it since the mid 1980s.  It still has plenty to recommend it for a short break, and offered a proven, easily achievable opportunity to relax and clear my head, (and lungs, - after all those hours breathing exhaust fumes under Leicester flyovers).


Penzance Harbour, February 2014


For a while, it looked like the heavy-duty weather of recent weeks might jeapordise my travel plans, and when I came down with a virus just before my departure day, I felt events conspiring against me.  In the event, I made it there, albeit a couple of days late, and after driving down in wind and heavy rain, was delighted when the clouds parted to bathe the last few miles of my journey in glistening sunlight.  The rest of the week saw a perfectly tolerable mix of sun, showers and much calmer seas than those that battered the Cornish coast in recent weeks.


Mousehole Harbour, February 2014
Mousehole Harbour, February 2014


It might have been exciting to capture some of that action on camera, but the legacy of closed roads, smashed sea walls and scattered debris between Penzance and Newlyn demonstrated that this winter’s storms had been no joke.  Footage of waves overwhelming Newlyn Bridge are pretty chastening too, given that I leant on the parapet to chew a pasty just a few days later.  A mile or two down the coast, Mousehole’s small harbour had fared slightly better but it was alarming to discover three of the massive wooden beams that barricade the harbor mouth, discarded on the beach after being broken in the turmoil.




Newlyn, February 2014
Wherrytown, Penzance, February 2014
Penzance Harbour, February 2014


The long-term climatic implications of this winter’s weather feel all too real but, in the short term, the disruption is perhaps easier for phlegmatic Cornish locals to rationalise than for the outraged middle class victims of Thames Valley flooding, (to whom bad things aren’t supposed to happen, - let’s face it).  Remote from the rest of England and thrusting into the Atlantic, geography and an industrial heritage of fishing, mining and small-scale agriculture mean that life there was always lived out in the face of the elements.  Of course, it could be argued that, of late, the real jeopardy for locals has lain in the realities of scraping a living in England’s poorest county now that those old industries are so denuded.


Penzance, February 2014
Jubilee Pool, Penzance, February 2014


As my artistic concerns are mainly urban these days, Cornwall no longer provides a source of primary subject matter as it once might have.  However, even on the level of routine photographic image harvesting, (which really is just an ongoing habit wherever I go), it seems important to make some account of the intrinsic precariousness of existence there.  The documentary recording of the storm damage, and the repairs now getting under way, were an obvious response to that.  Perhaps most poignant is the damage to the charming old lido at Penzance whose future is now clearly under threat due to the expense of securing it.


Jubilee Pool, Penzance, February 2014
Wherrytown, Penzance, February 2014


More oblique, are the shots that deal with the routine processes of entropy and dilapidation to which I’m always drawn in the city, but which inevitably become even more picturesque in a wet and salt-laden, maritime environment.  Related to this are the visual delights associated with routine commercial activities in still-working harbours.  Having taken the camera around the Newlyn quays repeatedly in the past, this time I explored the Penzance dockside where, amongst other things, I found pleasing allusions to the functional role of paint in battling the elements.


Penzance Harbour, February 2014
Penzance Harbour, February 2014
Wherrytown, Penzance, February 2014
Biological Insights, Sand On Painted Panel, Wherrytown, Penzance, February 2014


Further along, the dilapidated blue-painted façade of an abandoned building provided an opportunity for geometric formalism, (and some inventive, if offensive, sand graffitti), while out in the sticks, a sub-theme of elderly or retired petrol stations emerged.  The later might be seen to allude to one’s dependence on, (and the attendant running costs of), reliable vehicular transport in such an environment, or to the carbon-fuelled climatic changes responsible for this winter’s weather.  In the interests of balance though, I should also mention the number of times on my trip I sat behind slow moving buses on narrow roads.  It seems that public transport still struggles on in West Cornwall, (for now), along with an apparent determination to patch up the storm damage and get on with life.



Newbridge, February 2014
Pendeen, February 2014
Penzance Harbour, February 2014




Tuesday, 25 February 2014

Advance Notice. Stewart Geddes: 'Zed Alley' At Campden Gallery, Chipping Campden



Stewart Geddes, 'Bollowall', Acrylic & Mixed Media On Panel, 2013


A few months ago, I wrote a post about the painter, Stewart Geddes.  Stewart was a contemporary of mine on the Fine Art course at Bristol Polytechnic in the early 80s and I was pleased to see he has gone on to have a successful career as a painter and art educator.  I came across his name in a copy of ‘Turps Banana’ magazine [1.], and was immediately intrigued by his current work when I found examples of it on his website.


Stewart Geddes, 'Spamon', Acrylic & Mixed Media On Panel, 2013


Anyway, I notice Stewart has an exhibition, ‘Zed Alley’, coming up in March at Campden Gallery in Chipping Campden, Gloucestershire.  It’s been a pretty busy start to the year for me, as far as exhibition visits are concerned, (I really must get on with some work, myself), and I definitely intend to add this one to the list while it’s open.  I would definitely recommend anyone else interested in painting to do the same.




Stewart Geddes’ ‘Zed Alley’ will run between 8 March and 30 March 2014 at Campden Gallery, High Street, Chipping Campden, Gloucestershire, GL55 6AG.

There is an exhibition opening from 12.00, on Saturday 8 March at which, I assume, you can meet the artist himself.




[1.]:  ‘Stewart Geddes In Conversation With Albert Irvin’, London, ‘Turps Banana’, Issue 13, Spring 2013.


Sunday, 16 February 2014

Belgrave Gate 13: When Dinosaurs Walked The Earth




The serious work has just started down at Leicester's condemned Belgrave Flyover.  I'm away for a few days now, just as the interesting stuff is occurring, so found myself down there today, wiping cement dust from my lens and teeth whilst trying to capture as much action as I could.



Belgrave Flyover, Leicester, February 2014



I got lucky, both with the glorious illumination, and the fact that several large machines were all working simultaneously within reach of my lens.  Though It's hardly an original thought, it's impossible not to see these as mechanical monsters extending their necks to take bites from the concrete.  In fact, something about the fortuitously epic quality of these images reminds me of the dramatic book illustrations of dinosaurs that excited me, (and most people, I imagine), as a child.



Belgrave Flyover, Leicester, February 2014



Hopefully, there'll still be something left to record when I get back from a little jaunt down to Cornwall.  The timing's not great in several ways but, hopefully, my friend Dave will be able to get down a few times with his camera during my absence.



Friday, 14 February 2014

Bradley Garrett: 'Explore Everything' (Explored)



A while back, I wrote a post about the phenomenon of Urban Exploration and, in particular, the work of Bradley Manning, whose book, ‘Explore Everything: Place Hacking The City’ [1.] had just been published.  I obtained a copy over Christmas and, having just finished reading it, can report that it is an entertaining, informative and thought provoking read.




American by birth, Garrett is an Anthropologist and Oxford Academic whose engaging writing style and exuberant, participatory approach to his subject matter contradict the stereotypes of such occupations more than a little.  ‘Explore Everything’ is an account of the two years he spent as a member of The London Consolidation Crew, the British Urban Explorers who became infamous for scaling ‘The Shard’ tower before its completion and for visiting every one of London’s disused ghost tube stations.

Indeed, as Garrett acknowledges, some of the publicity adhering to the LCC and their extensively reported acts of creative trespass, may be in part due to his own presence within the group.  Furthermore, far from being merely ‘The Scribe Of The Tribe’ [2.], his efforts to understand and explain the motivations behind their exploits may have helped to spur them on to ever more intrepid heights, (and depths).  The ways in which Anthropological researchers may inadvertently affect their subjects is clearly something Garrett has contemplated at some length.


Upside Down, Beneath London.  Photo: Bradley Garrett


Much of the book’s immediate appeal lies in its account of a journey into the city’s obscure, forbidden underbelly, and the intrepid, illegal (in civil law), and often plain dangerous expeditions that constituted it.  There’s plenty of macho bravado around the UrbEx scene, just as with Parcour, guerrilla Street Art and other contemporary subcultures, and Garrett certainly entertains us with accounts of ascents of massive windswept cranes and high buildings, rope descents into tunnels and drains, and games of midnight cat & mouse with security guards. 


Beneath London.  Photo: Bradley Garrett


His beautiful, long exposure photos are spectacular and often steeped in vertigo and/or claustrophobia.  They also serve as testament to the achievements of his crew, being visual trophies in essence, but some time is also spent considering the aesthetics of such photos, and what they imply about the motivations behind Urban Exploration.  He is particularly interesting on the subject of ‘Ruin Porn’ and the area of entropy-chic generally, (something that is making me reflect long and hard on my own practice).


Beneath London.  Photo: Bradley Garrett


Indeed, the book expands its scope in several directions to question both the wider philosophy and politics of UrbEx and Garrett, quite logically, makes connections with the Situationist tradition, and with the wider issues of public access versus private interests, and contemporary ‘Security’ agendas, without pushing any specific dogma.  I note with interest that he also references Robert Smithson, an artist who interests me greatly and about who I've written before here.  Garrett takes full account of the psychology of exploration and it's interesting to discover how easily the conscious historical, geographical, documentary or political agendas he may have started out with, gave way to a purer quest for ever more stimulating experiences and the thrill of reaching somewhere secret in the moment.

Garrett is also pretty frank about the hypocrisies, conflicting viewpoints and internal politics running through the scene; something he and his compatriots were to eventually fall foul of.  As these, and the long arm of the London Transport Police, and The State’s post 07:07/pre-Royal Wedding & Olympics paranoia finally caught up with them, the LCC inevitably started to fragment.  Garrett ends his book with tales of their final expeditions abroad, (partly to escape the heat and publicity at home), and with reflections on those dispossessed communities forced to make a life underground, for instance in the storm drains of Las Vegas.  He also ponders the future of Urban Exploration and the prospects for those who will continue to pierce the increasingly impermeable official surfaces of our modern cities.


Beneath London.  Photo: Dan Salisbury


Rather than venturing into deeper analysis of ‘Explore Everything’, I’ll simply recommend it to anyone who, like myself, finds themselves fascinated by the idea of ‘The City’ or, indeed, all those just in search of an interesting read generally.  In conclusion, here’s a passage from the book that particularly stuck in my mind,

“In the practice of urban exploration, it is not the philosopher or the scientist who interpret spaces but the often uninformed wanderer searching for knowledge as it presents itself.  If, as Dsankt [3.] tells me, we ‘do it because we want to do it, not out of a grand sense of preservation’, what then can we learn from taking the unguided tour, where the important historical attributes of a place are overwhelmed by the sensory, emotional, affective experience of simply being there?” [4.].


Beneath London.  Photo:  Marc Explo


I’m too old and too cowardly to climb crane gantries or spelunk the sewers, and unlikely to transgress beyond the mildest bits of benign trespass.  Nonetheless, that “sensory, emotional, affective experience of simply being there”, makes complete sense to me.  It’s one of the reasons I remain an artist.




In addition to ‘Explore Everything’, plenty of interesting additional material, (Including videos and loads of high quality photography), relating to Urban Exploration, can be found at:









[1.], [2.] & [4.]:  Bradley L. Garrett, ‘Explore Everything: Place-Hacking The City’, London, Verso, 2013.

[3.]:  The Frenchman, Dsankt is one of the world’s best-known Urban Explorers.