Please follow this link to y lle hwn, yma : this place, here, and exhibition in Caerdydd|Cardiff in september. Documentation of the show plus the video Flighty Whispers...
solo exhibition at Milkwood Gallery , Caerdydd | Cardiff
Wednesday, 3 August 2011
Monday, 1 August 2011
Tarantela yn erbyn y wâl
Tarantela yn erbyn y wâl: dawns i arbed fy mywyd cyn i mi gyrraedd 50
Tarantella against the wall: a dance to save my life before I’m 50
This work was shown in July 2011 at the Wales Dance Platform at Chapter Arts Centre, Cardiff
and at Made in Roath, Cardiff October 2011
for fuller details of the work follow this link
Tarantella against the wall: a dance to save my life before I’m 50
This work was shown in July 2011 at the Wales Dance Platform at Chapter Arts Centre, Cardiff
and at Made in Roath, Cardiff October 2011
for fuller details of the work follow this link
Thursday, 21 July 2011
croeso welcome
This will be an archive of my art work. I will create an entry for each event/exhibition and date it for the end of the month in which it occurred. it will take some time to be complete the archive, looking back in time.....
Thursday, 30 June 2011
Contexture, University College Falmouth
Dw i'n crwydro'r byd yn chwilio am fy ngrud
Contexture, Woodlane Campus, University College Falmouth June 2011
woven paper on string, old paper [perhaps 40 years or more] printed, text printed on canvas.
about the creation
words printed on canvas
It was in a cube space of its own - I failed to take a photo of whole space - two people have said they will send image...but haven't...
by the accidental dropping of the D in the title, it became a question.
more words added on seing the work [it was in a lovely three sided cube...space...]
this work started its creation for Beyond Text: Making Unmaking
Contexture, Woodlane Campus, University College Falmouth June 2011
woven paper on string, old paper [perhaps 40 years or more] printed, text printed on canvas.
about the creation
words printed on canvas
It was in a cube space of its own - I failed to take a photo of whole space - two people have said they will send image...but haven't...
by the accidental dropping of the D in the title, it became a question.
more words added on seing the work [it was in a lovely three sided cube...space...]
this work started its creation for Beyond Text: Making Unmaking
Tuesday, 7 June 2011
Dw i'n crwydro'r byd...additional words, in the wake of
one speaks while hearing one’s own speaking, wedding the self and sound as a singular event... since the voice is capable of being internalized at the same time as it is externalized, it can spill over from subject to object and object to subject, violating the bodily limits upon which classic subjectivity depends (LaBelle, B. (2010). Background Noise. New York/ London: Continuum)
The voice is also felt in the body: it vibrates, through breath, in the diaphragm, the folds of the vocal chords and in the eardrum.
Words that desire to be said, that cannot be said, not publically said. The unsaid is part of us is held, holds us. Words woven into a nest that sits in the hand, long string imply possible future weavings. Words made material, 3 dimensional, words safe enough to give to you – but silent, unreadable words. I also give my words to a stranger [ripped into strips, rearranged, retyped, remade], he sits back to back with me, reads my fragmented words, I cannot see him, I can hear his voice as he spills his/my body out, I feel my words as his rib cage resonates against mine. Self and other.
I embody the words. I disembody the words – hand them over, both readable and unreadable, I re-embody the words both feeling/hearing them come back to me and as I weave. I hear and feel my words but do not speak them.
The voice is also felt in the body: it vibrates, through breath, in the diaphragm, the folds of the vocal chords and in the eardrum.
Words that desire to be said, that cannot be said, not publically said. The unsaid is part of us is held, holds us. Words woven into a nest that sits in the hand, long string imply possible future weavings. Words made material, 3 dimensional, words safe enough to give to you – but silent, unreadable words. I also give my words to a stranger [ripped into strips, rearranged, retyped, remade], he sits back to back with me, reads my fragmented words, I cannot see him, I can hear his voice as he spills his/my body out, I feel my words as his rib cage resonates against mine. Self and other.
I embody the words. I disembody the words – hand them over, both readable and unreadable, I re-embody the words both feeling/hearing them come back to me and as I weave. I hear and feel my words but do not speak them.
Saturday, 30 April 2011
Tuesday, 29 March 2011
Dw'n crwydro'r byd yn chwilio am nghrud
at Beyond Text: Making and Unmaking Text
Centre for Creative Collaboration
London
January 28th 2011
I sat weaving, a man sat back to back with me reading my words, the words fragmented from their sentences to make new meaning.
We weave our complicated lives? Bad and good, distressing and pleasing. Can we hold it? Are we held by it? Re-making the words I present the difficult side of my life; they can then be held in your hand. Words are spoken. a sense of closeness for the performing strangers, each others movement felt by each other.
weave : leave. weft : left. public : private. truth?
A link to an after writing
follow this link for a bit more information
Arranged 7 curated by Becky Cremin & Ryan Ormonde
Funded & assisted by AHRC: beyond Text; Royal holloway, University of London and The Centre for Creative Collaboration.
Saturday, 19 March 2011
Monday, 7 March 2011
Holy Hiatus book & symposium
A link to the book "Holy Hiatus" at Parthian books website
also the 2nd symposium that took place in September 2010 now has viseos and update on the website - click here for link
also the 2nd symposium that took place in September 2010 now has viseos and update on the website - click here for link
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