I was asked to respond to some of the history of Tedder House in Llandudno for Ideas People Places, working alongside Marc Rees, Lisa Carter and Helfa Gelf. Now standing empty stripped back to the bare bricks, all the that remains of the old R.A.F.A Club are stories and a few artefacts amongst the surviving members. After meeting with several people who were involved with the old club I was able to piece together a few memories and bring some of this once great town instution back to life. The work was projected onto a trophy cabinet from the old club on the opening night, and club members were invited to see it, there will be another opportunity to see the film in September during Helfa Gelf.
In times of austerity councils like to take large a chunk of cash for condemning what they call derelict houses. They have done it with many parts of Liverpool now. Edge lane, parts of Anfield and Smithdown Road to name a few!
Many of the terraces have gone but ls left is dystopian with all street signs removed and a feel of 1984
However in Croxteth Princess park area are the “Welsh Streets” due to being built and lived in c.1880 by skilled Welsh workers. Welsh immigrants built a large percentage of buildings around Liverpool in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. The homes were named after places in Wales. Ringo Starr lived in Madryn Street as a child.
I was lucky enough to pay a visit to the Welsh houses on the weekend that some of the streets were actually saved
‘Llandudno welcomes you’ as the sign says reaching the brow to he hill at Penrynside. Always sticks in my mind. Such an iconic sign for the area, hence its recent renovation. However when all the glitz and pomp post extravaganza ad summer merriment. Clandudno becomes a cold lonely place until march. In simple terms we still go about our ways just with more parking spaces. The contestant for me is the sea. It’s always here, always different! The Horizon line never changes. Always when i look out to see it makes me think of Mark Rothko. it cuts you in half
I found this packet addressed to my Granddad‘s house in Hough Green, Widnes in the loft at my Mum and Dad’s, it contained a 16mm cine film. It did not look like it had ever been viewed, it is the perfect time capsule. I’m not sure who is filming, I guess it is him but at one point he disappears into the dark of the evening light on his motorbike, which I think is fitting like a memory. These images only hold reference to key points in a relationship. Sadly my Grandma is not on the film. I don’t think she will have been filming it either. It’s also great to see my dad with a great flock of hair, he reminds me of Willie the Scottish caretaker out the Simpsons.
Anyway enough of me guiding your views. make your own ideas about it.
After the Mighty Wales beat England last weekend. I had the pleasure to photograph Pinc Ffloyd A Welsh Pink Floyd tribute band. The band played an electrifying set in Brymbo sports & social club supported by a joyous crowd happy from the early sports victory. Hopefully my images capture the smoke and lights and warmth that the band depict playing there heroes tunes with a touch of Cymraeg. Not just playing the run of the mill Floyd hits the band dig deep to pull out classics like Fearless off the 1971 Meddle album and not forgetting Sheep off 1977 Animals