In the blinc

Well what a Weekend. Dogged by technical problems due to the power timers in the lights. I had a good response to the poems in the Bird Boxes along the cob leading you into Conwy and my projection on the castle. Thousands of people headed to Conwy, North Wales over the Three day blinc digital artsfestival. inspired by the work of Alan Turing. Which took place in the evening after the Conwy feast eating extravaganza.

All the indents for my work were done by Ronan Devlin

This was up on friday at 3pm when i felt like the world was going to end. I had so much support from the people running blinc.


You can listen to all my poems here My #noirconwy that was projected from the bird boxes

My A5 Poem Projection

The highlight was seeing my face on the castle (photography by Roger Smith check out his work it here )

I’ve reworked the projection for the small screen 🙂

I felt so much joy from the weekend after the stress and deflation from the hectic build up on thursday and friday. I just sat on sunday all night thing where I was this time last year. What better way to capture my feelings than I n a few words.

Of an eye…

 At the start of winter nights

Mist enhances light.

Cold soles warm heart.

The projection knights.

The homeless man,

He took it in.

Told me don’t fear the dark,

just watch the rain

I now can stride.

In the past I tried,

Ancient brick walls

Beam with pride.

Its drawing in,

Water on skin.

The streets feel.

The last night still

stoking the glow.

We must move,

Project our souls.

Now understanding,

By passing our goals?

Apart from musical youth….

The first thing I can ever remember hearing is the Beatles. Now maybe as a small child I thought this was a small bunch of creatures who for fear of being stud on went round to people saying love me do. As time went by this was not the case and a beauty developed to which I feel is almost weight training for the ears. Know im not really sure where I’m going with this but I feel I most evoke my love the feelings for the band. I shall try to chronograph my thought process… weight

The first song I can remember is Love me do. Which would not be the first song I’d play to someone if I was trying to convert them. However it’s simple and as 3-year-old I was not in search of the perfect middle eight. That didn’t come along till I was 4 1/2. Know with the Beatles and Beatles for sale have some tunes on but I would struggle to reveille all the song on them. I guess down to the quick output of the first 3 albums in just under 2 1/2 years. We had a tape box set of the all the albums. No remaster here just c90’s

There is a bit of a void till my teen years with the album been stuck in the generic crest of a wave of listening. However the covers really caught my eyes. The flats/office on the Please Please Me cover was possibly the first iconic thought-provoking album cover. I have always loved the brown of suits or rubber soul. This come to me today when I saw loads of lp’s in hmv. They are trying to re-promote. You just don’t understand what an album cover means from a cd. Also the standard of most album artwork is power know. As a kid I would try to almost stir the cover out I spent so long looking at them. That abbey rd one is not a bad effort either.

In the late 90’s my second to the core love Oasis came along banging the Beatles drum louder than ever. I think what this prompted me to do more than anything was listen to the concept of a full album. So the like of Sgt. peppers took on a new level. However  this would push me to scrutinise the sounds of Abbey Rd and Revolver which I would say are my favourite albums.

Paul Weller sang you do something to me this the Beatles can do at times cutting me half and leave me a quivering mess on the floor. John Lennon forget what he did for me in later years his vocal on snags like you really got a hold on me, in my life, money, boy and across the universe just tear me apart every time. And once become channeled well we know what happens. I have a love hate relationship with Paul. His cash cow songs really bug me he hit on a music by numbers and for me induced the decline of the band at the peak of their creativity. Mr Moonlight is Paul at his best the open howl runs the mystical chord of hard days night for opening. Paul was one of the first people I admit to seeing live after the shadows and the bloody spinners. I got dragged to that and I was not well. Anyway back to the chase. I don’t remember much from the many gigs I have been to I do remember Paul playing fool on the hill and been hydro locally raised into the air while singing then spinning round. A biographical song maybe? Having just wrote all this I have realised Its John not Paul that nails mr moonlight. Paul’s bass playing makes up for any aspersions I cast his way. More of that in a bit

Know that other bloke that played guitar George Harrison I missed the boat completely. Until moving to Wales in my mid 20’s did I have my George eureka moment. I can tell you when it was December 2006. A low point I took a driving job it was grim. This tune made decide there was more to life than shovelling some else’s muck. I was driving out of Nevin in North Wales and here comes the sun came on the Steve Wright show. It brought a tear to my eye as a sun beam ripped thought the Gary late afternoon sky. I don’t think I have heard anyone play as gentle as George does on some songs. So sweet I think it took people time to cotton on with the 70’s been his time to prosper.

I don’t like Ringo always been a Peter Best man myself. I will give him with a little help from my friends though only because of the fade from the opening song.

To be continued…


I just Left Her There…

Again more adventures into moving image. I like this it has a real dirty feel to it. It makes me feel like the journey back from something that may have regretted doing. I think the music rumbles along really well with it. As ever let me know what you think, feel, dislike…


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Sound Comfort

I know this normally a photography blog. Maybe (today) a state of mind blog. I’ve thought a lot about Gary Speed over the past few days. I sure many of us have.I remember the first time I felt alone. I was in the south of France on a Rugby tour aged just 12. If why how I went I may never know. I can’t remember much apart from not been able to speak french other than the bit learnt in the 1st year at high school. I do remember I cried a lot I felt like I was dying. This was homesickness at young age miles from home. In this day it would never happen just 2 young lads, me my mate rich. The people we stayed with did nothing for us. so strange! I remember walking miles through field that where like vin yards. The only way the vision printed in my minds is like Van Gough’s landscapes. Orange furrows, lush, green-blue sky and red grapes This has all come back to me tonight in a massive flash back tonight. Just a week of misery without mentioning the fact I drank lots of French water (nobody told me) .

The highlight, the vision, seconds into the eye of the weeklong storm was dropped off in a youth club in the village annse which again was pretty random. There was a cd player and for the first time I can remember hearing a new album with all the hype surrounding it. This was Achtung Baby, i was transfixed. The song may have been One before it become the ultimate wedding song despite it seprative undertones. I never got into U2 for nearly 10 years after. Tonight watching Zoo T.V Live in Sydney DVD. I felt strange? The concert is a thing of Beauty on a mass scale the peak before the progressive troff.

Feeling safe is something i’m distant from I wouldn’t say insecure just struggle to touch from time to time. Bono gets up my nose, not as much as most people but he does! However Acthung, Zooropa and Pop mean so much to me: pure syncopated poetry. These albums give me sound comfort and takes me away from me. I just wish Gary Speed could see how happy he made people feel…

“You got to cry without weeping
Talk without speaking
Scream without raising your voice “

Running To A Stand Still


Using John Szarkowski Photographers Eye Theory

I recently read John Szarokowski’s 1964 book The Photographers Eye. This was produced to cover M.O.M.A first critically acclaimed photography exhibition, in the book he cover the topics which he sees are the 5 basic principles of a photograph. They are


This is my Cat Millie she runs the house. The look on her face makes me think of Robert De Niro In Taxi Driver


As you can see from the information the image gives you . She is a cute cat with fine gray fur and eyes that could melt ice burghs. She is always alert never switching off. She can be very placid when she can be bothered with human interaction. The closeness of the image gives the scale human qualities as often used by the likes of William Eggleston


The framing of the image shows that she is in a house lording it up on a chair. The slightly off centre subject in the image gives you a feel of warmth and content maybe sat in front room


I had to be quick and get the cat looking straight into the lens of the camera, had she have been looking away it would have lost some power and honesty it was taken at 1/8 f8 iso 100 flash +2 zoom 50mm


The subject is the key to the image . We are not interested in anything else the image has to offer other than maybe its indoors. Taken from higher vantage point i.e standing; the cat would have looked different. A shot from the side would be distracted by a clock case or the T.v. So on my knees close in at the cats view of things makes us engage with the subject.

These are simple thing you can do every time you take a photo. a simple image can when broken down tell so much. What do you think?


Chewing gum, Pigeons, cigarette butt…

Your Last Breath #5

Chewing gum, Pigeons, cigarette butt

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Reclaimed land

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Reclaimed Land

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 from intrinsicality.

As thrust upon pages turn,

A dyeing side street lives

on the ensign of principality




Lorys Hughes, Dieppe littoral enclave,  traffic choked in its walls,

buckling under load Christian & Nielsen added transport to draw…

As a Jacdaw flies onwards over the wall where inner battles once raged,

to a far corner of a sanded shore springs a millionaires playground,

we await The Mulberry Harbor secret to be told.

Tidal high waves come so close like circles shimmering conwy’s story no-one knows.

Sound breaks the silences, like a distant scratch to the ear,

as cars go by but not near the cubes and tarmac under rivers roar,

to Ireland by night or Chester by morning.

The rill’s plethora held back from the eye looking as old keeping harbor stories of Wales constructing glory

Image by Chris Bird



Press print and ink

 make our minds sync

 On the outside the eyes, gaze

 just an other face

 bars hold us apart

 do we know,

 marginalized cut out

 distance equal, freedom unsubstantial



Your Last Breath #3

The closeness of safety seems to far…

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