Reclaimed Land (for Bute) #NationalPoetryDay


The pinnacle…
Follow the lights and you will find the gold.
A Severn wind rattles the soul,
Rain like pins my face a cushion.
Edifice a vision, wooden windows a fact,
a collection of faces glued in community,
Now divided again by scheme-funded foolery.
To escape is to renounce
Only with strength comes intrinsically.
As thrust upon pages turn,
A dying side street lives
on the ensign of principality!

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Wrecsam Art Vend & Onwards…


So its been a little while shall we say…

Art vend

I found out about the closure of Oriel Wrecsam (probably may favourite gallery) that i have such a connection with. It gave me my first chance to grab at the slippy old balloon of the art bubble dream back in 2008 on selection for the Wrecsam Open. But now revitalised and mowing into pastures new its last Hara was Art Vend. The project selected artist to submit 50 pieces of work to go to vending machines placed around Wrecsam over the next few months. The work I submitted took the form of a Digital Protection locked away in the little plastic casual.  Alongside this sits the brilliant documentary of the gallery in its closing weeks from https://twitter.com/OrielWresidency This was created by Simon Proffitt more of his work can be seen here  A real eye for detail…

Artist in Oriel Gwynedd

Time is flying by with the project over at Oriel Gwynedd, Bangor. You can keep up to speed with the work and what I’m doing here https://tocynnwr.exposure.co I am about to start documenting the closure of the old gallery over the next coming months.

Bodelwydden Castle

I have an Exhibition coming up from 25 April – 5 July 2015 alongside Susan Williams and Wendy Leah Dawson. I have been documenting the many signs of Tremeirchion for such a small village about 1 square mile with over 30 signs that I have managed to documenttre-20tre finals

Helfa Gelf

I’m also making a return to my third Helfa Gelf this year. I will be once again camped out in Haus Of Helfa, Llandudno after receiving confirmation of my work been selected. Think poems rubber bands and 360 degrees

 

Connect 2

Ffloc has been selected to work on a 3 week residency as part of connect 2 at Aberystwyth Arts Centre during May which will entail a visually projected element and poetry. This is going to be a massive challenge but great fun. This is to evolve into a bigger project IMG_20150327_160545

 

Dissecting a space, Words by Alan Whitfield


The spaces pull,
Under my skin.
No surface itches,
Drawn to the light.

Inside the whale,
Tentatively,
Contemplating,
Shafts of white.

A nasal breech,
Sawdust,
stale bleach,
Industrial fridge murder.

Christmas rush hush,
long gone.
Blaming lame public,
Purchase pessimism.

And you will stay no more,
No carpet floor.
A black corner.
No longer warm.

 

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Fork in the Road, Words by Alan Whitfield


So this is the beaten track
I’ve turned the corner now
Time etched in rock
3 figures of feet below me

Green stagnant pools
Hung over by gulls
I’m looking down
Birds give me perspective

I’m thinking about what?

What was their?
Lines in rock?
all that’s gone?
Still Undulating gulls flock.

Far away in vast abyss
Hi-vis calls Grampian tone
breaks the gaze…

No i’m alright?

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No-Tory-Us


I am not a leper,

nor was I ever.

I did sign on once though.

Just a means to adhere.

 I wanted to improve me,

bad chances went my way.

I was told a different name

not dole of handouts fame.

Mentally I moved on?

My scars aren’t glued on.

A blue frown rigid,

juxtaposing your deep cuts.

Austerity and Caviar

Daimler Bankers Peers

off shore accounts

no fears…

Flotilla


Rain returns me to lakes I dreamt I lay in.

The small drops that imitate me,

landing as a zero spreading.

to the shore where grows no more.

I know I’m not floating,

murky green silk lay tight.

The small drops are more.

Break the tranquility.

Controlling a scene,

the power in me to break.

what nature is surrounding me,

conveying the un-pocketable.

Too my eye it won’t break.

In shadow brings depth.

Ripples return from the edge

Still…

White Wall @ Llawn01 2013


My response to the empty space that was Dolgarrog Aluminium works and the pride of the people who worked there. The work was part of Haus of Helfa for Llawn01. Taken from an 8mm cine film projection found at a car boot sale and over 3 hrs of conversation with John ‘Brickie’ Roberts. Then projected on the old Canteen wall at Dolgarrog Aluminium works.