Welsh Streets

welsh street

 

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

 

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The Box or Road End

This is a poem about me. I went to my first Liverpool F.C game in 1987 and my first Widnes R.L.F.C game in 1983. So aged 3 and 7 them memories etch into your brain. A right of passage what ever you go onto. Know one can take your teams away from you. I was lucky enough to spend time in a recent exhibition in Oriel Mostyn in Llandudno. I the presence of a Box used by artist Gareth Griffiths to take his son’s to match at Anfield. The power of ‘The Box’ moved me…

Thanks for sharing it with us Gareth!

 

Road End

Not my White box.

Someone else’s vantage point,

chips hold stories,

celebration, sadness, glory.

On that afternoon,

like a full stop,

alone it stood,

together, raised scarfs taught.

Your words made me feel 9

The feeling surrounds me lots of looking up.

The raised rim on a plastic flask mug.

The floor touching my feet through worn souls.

The Safety and smells of cut grass before me.

Winter cold rattles my mittens.

Floodlight halo’s dot my eyes.

Barbwire fences brown glass spikes.

Thousands packed in tight.

Now I’m back and still no connection?

Just know I’ve been there.

A time so much simpler?

Black and white Red or blue…

A Sinister Side To Public Art

A Poem by Alan Whitfield

A Sinister Side To Public Art

From Helkyn I saw brilliance
to the outermost edge
a full-bodied blue like honey
road lines like a cobra
supplementing your passing
beneath the over pass
at hand, waving

Why am I here,
post haste I approach,
like a supermarket bar code.

The honey blue circumduct
to vile, ultra, violet-purple.
Fragmenting perspicuity
passed scoffed soulless funding.
Internal soul sapping sculptures.

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Crosby Stills And Nash

This is a series of work that took on a Canon Demi film Camera. It’s a half frame camera so from 36 images you get 72. It was a rather considered piece in that sense. It was a total conceptual idea based around the object we all recognise. The Anthony Gormley‘s statues at Crosby. I really wanted to do something different with them

This was the only Stills we were given of Mr Nash when he sent to reform in Crosby

the sun was setting on his past time to think of his past was his only why out…he said he felt at ease that we had taken the time to visit. he requested some candid shots…He asked for a picture of my feet as the induced sinking created a loss of feeling. He longed to leave a foot print in the sand…The space to think was helping him retreat from his actions…His out look was bleak but focusing on the distant seascape made clear about the future ahead…

Chewing gum, Pigeons, cigarette butt…

Your Last Breath #5

Chewing gum, Pigeons, cigarette butt

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Evening with John Davies


23 November 2010, 6.30pm

Speaker: John Davies

“John Davies is one of today’s most outstanding British photographers; he became famous through his research on the English industrial landscape, observed in vast and detailed views…”

“John Davies’s work belongs to the world of contemporary documentary photography. Faithful to a refined, pure black and white, taken on as the absolute rule of a subtle, analytic style. He chooses the vastness of space inhabited by the powerful elements of nature and the contradictory ones of culture to operate in two directions. On the one hand, the evocation of emotional states through the photographic rendering of a space-light that is alive, almost metaphysical, and recalls the symbolisation of the forces of nature in Turner. On the other, a crystal-clear gaze that sounds the material aspects of the contemporary landscape which is tied to the development of the productive activities and concrete structuring of the world through the molding power of economy and property.”

Quote from Roberta Valtorta in 2000

John will be talking about his work from the past 30 years, both colour and black and white, digital and slide.

I went to the audience with John Davies in Liverpool. I found the night to be really positive and welcoming. I made some excellent contacts. I spoke to Karen Newman who has just been appointed curator of the gallery. I hope to send her a follow-up email after my meeting. I also spoke to john Davies in some depth about his work. The main thing I was interested in finding out was the main drive he had in stepping into the world of Photography. The interesting point about was this was he described his home life and the work of turner as his biggest influence. For me to see his early 1980s work on slide projector was a magic moment

Although he shows spaces that have people in them. I still feel his works contacts with mine and a big influence can be taken from. It was interesting to hear john talking about how he use film and digital side by side. Id say he one of the first traditionalist image makers I have heard say that.

John talked about how sad it that so much public space has been sold off by council to private investors. He commented on the massive development at chavas park which is Liverpool 1 shopping centre. I’m not sure I totally agreed with what he was saying. I see that area although belonging to the people as glorified wasteland

now

then

Maybe im missing the point but that’s what opinions are for to differ…

 

Sand on sand

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Things i found on a beach in Crosby near Liverpool