Emerging Pathways at Bodelwydden Castle


Bodelwydden Exhibition 4

Here are couple of images from my Emerging Pathways Exhibition at Bodelwydden Castle. I Documented all the sign of small village Tremeirchion on the side of the Clwydian Range

Bodelwydden Exhibition 3

i had a clear view of how I wanted the work to look by filling the wall as you walk into the space capturing the shear volume of the signs in the area

Bodelwydden Exhibition 2

Bodelwydden Exhibition 1

I think I captured all the signs there was just under 40 which coming up with the idea even I was shocked about

Trefnant Sign

I think the tow signs i’ve shown here are the news and oldest that i found. The above sign Pre date the standardisation of British Road Signs by the Worboys Committee of 1963.

A55 Sign

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As I have previously mentioned I went to the quarry in North Wales. this was one of the themes I was thinking about while I was up there. the building look over 100 years old. it’s at the end of a track at the back of Llanfafirfechan but actually entrance to the modern quarry is from Penmaenmawr. It felt strange up there. I would not sat ghostly but unloved. Walking time has had little influence on the grass path ways. I really liked the views of anglesey from up there. It was nice to see the Great Orme in Llandudno and puffin island off pen mon in detail rather than speeding past them out of a window on the A55 on a train or in a car. One of Conwy little gems just off the Welsh coastal path

Although they where dilapidated in place the rocks looked like they had been placed on the floor in order

Tree


———————-Tree————————
A Poem By Alan Whitfield

On the under pass
Is this that beaten path
purple rich from a fox glove shine
Dance the story to tell

Lay there.
arms out reached.
mirrored its life.
branch tips like fingers,
Gnarled.
Grasping at untouched wind.

The dying man of Dwygyfylchi
A numb applied Clasping,
yields the hill fall
Still looks alive.

Bees gamble the heather.
As the wind still in its blow
Around the cumbersome Gray tree
No heart just soul…