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 comes intrinsically.
As thrust upon pages turn,
A dying side street lives
on the ensign of principality!
Early in the year I applied to be part of a project at Sale Arts Centre through Arts Council England. On selection the course ran over spring/summer. It was structured around artistic talks from established artist Len Grant and Mishka Henner, group discussion and planning for the show. We decided as group to call it ‘Risk’. Which then set off on individual paths to create individual bodies of work. Having a few ideas the one that had the most relevance to me was first evolved in my little brain while visiting the Valleys in South Wales and decimation of culture, heritage and David Cameron favourite word “Community”. In the 80s the Tories swapped everyone’s jobs for crummy industrial estates, so rather than have a trade you can go and work making pizza or box toilet rolls through an agency. The bureaucrats dream!
The problem is they have built that many industrial estates in the North West and North Wales they don’t have enough business to fill their over saturated dream! I took it on myself to find as many of these sites as I could and document them. In this body of work i hope to the finical ‘Risk’ we are hindered with?