Alan Whitfield, Risk, Sale Arts Centre 2013


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http://watersideartscentre.co.uk/whats-on/1297-risk/

Please go and see my exhibition if you are over at Sale in Manchester

I grew up in an industrial northern town. In the 1980s the industry left…

British industry underwent a period of turbulent change during the 1980s

as a result of new government policies.  The Thatcher administration then

advanced the concept of ‘The Industrial Estate’, which became an out

of town regeneration scheme that every town wanted.

As an island, there is only so much small industry our infrastructure can support.

Often when an area receives European funding, it is designated as an

inhabitable Brownfield Site renovation scheme. Such official terminology

can be perceived as disingenuous and becomes a metaphor for deprivation.

I aim to document the junctions and roads of the areas where the jobs never came.


		
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Artist In Resdidance Photos


 

 

A Little later than expected ( i forgot) Here a selection of images of the show i put on in Milazzo in Scilly as part of my artist residency. There are also some image from in and around the areaP1000407 P1000405 P1000402 P1000400 P1000399 P1000396 P1000394 P1000384 P1000392 IMAG0145 IMAG0151 IMAG0150 IMAG0140 Artigiana 2013 Presentation 021 _MG_2083milazzo show _MG_2082milazzo show

 

My Past, My future


Somethings are like red wine stains, they are difficult to remove with time get faint but will always last. You can add formulas to remove them. This is my formula!

Cleaning mess of some guys trade.

Right place wrong face.

Scrap heap imprint stupidity,

please give me some validity.

 
Closure of the grinding,

mini cans close my mind in.

Musical defibrillation.

No else to confined with.

 

Time has raced to evolve on.

Scared but wise, still I despise.

Now I’m here, thoughts, no care.

The grinding sparks have untied me.

 

Your age shows experience.

delivery, I can’t contain this.

Feeling the greater love,

enormous glow music buzz.

 

I look to crashing tides.

Screens project our minds.

Well trodden yet fresh,

just this time its mine.

 

Last night cleansed me.

The vocal lifeline echoes.

Your mess connecting to me

love rein on me

A poem of my new found dislike of flying.


I’m not sure when i decided i didn’t like flying. I think the boredom makes me think too much about it. The sea, however off the coast of the U.K looked beautiful. Also flying over southend pier (Britan’s longest pier) was a moment to savour the sheer length of it. A strange set of circumstances…

AlItalia

Blue cheese ripple.
Layered black island.
Floating.
Is there direction.

Outer heat flares,
Cold hands moisten.
When did it happen,
This alien fear.

Grim tin can,
Led by men.
Circulation,
No clean air.

All gone now.
Looking like linen,
Too there and back.
Covering many stories.

 

Poem By Alan Whitfield. Today i met a man


Today I met a man

 

Today I met a man.
I didn’t know him,
where he come from,
or who he was.

 

He told me a tale.
On an epic scale
that focused my mind’s eye to my heart.

 

It started off with an engine.
Like the parachutes
he talked of, the story unfolded
Bring two sides distant
close from apart

 

I listened,
I watched,
Hung on every breath
like a ravine

 

As the story resides
I got a warm feeling inside.
That distance is never
as far as it seems…

The Welsh Pinc Ffloyd, Brymbo 2012


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

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True Grit of a Northern Town in Decline



For those of you who know me. I have rather a distinct accent. Some envy, some mock but if nothing else I’m a proud Northerner. Now Widnes is a tough town. We have 3 Victoria Cross medal winners for a start. We once split the atom. Made nose cones for the N.a.s.a apollo shuttle and won the Rugby League World Club Challenge all against the odds. So for those of you that know me I like my prints dark and heavy in the style of Don McCullin.

Don McCullin, Somerset 2000 (above)

Taken on my 120 Bronica. This is my True Grit of a Northern Town in Decline, soon to be home to Europe‘s 3rd biggest Tesco!

Below is my work (sadly i cant get rid of the Don McCullin image above out of the slide show. All other images are mine.)

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