JUNKED?

I have contributed a series of images for a new website by that very nice man, Mark Bedford (thinker, bass player of legendary Madness pedigree and neighbour in leafy Stoke Newington).
You can find it at www.markbedfordsjunk.co.uk
Mark has begun to unpack his junk - and there are many gems to listen to, read and look at.
All in all, a pleasant new byway of this virtual world to while away your time.

Should you have strayed this way from that very site via the link - welcome.

Take a look around. . . this is my junk and you're also welcome to it.

Winter's imprint/entropy dancing

Unlike the hardy stone of my Summer scans, this sums up the sense of delicate decay afoot;
the shift in colour, the coming apart of things.
Entirely natural of course – the waltz repeated, season on season.
Click on the image to see a greater detail – I think it's beautiful.

Vicky Andrew 1963 – 2011

R. I. P

A seed awaits. . .

A fragment of the subtle Winter landscape of Stoke Newington, London N16, as discovered by Mette. A delicate masterpiece. Much like the lady herself.

Then let not winter's ragged hand deface
In thee thy summer ere thou be distilled.

From Sonnet Six
By William Shakespeare

Small Publishers Fair 2011 - the tenth, in fact

Mette and I will be at the Small Publishers Fair 11th and 12th November.
Please do drop by should you be in the neighbourhood.

Lots of info at
http://www.rgap.co.uk/spf.php

It's their tenth year and a great chance to see (and buy) all manner of fascinating work in the broad range of book arts, self-publishing, experimental writing, spoken word and other forms of creative endeavour. And meet the people who make it.

A feast.

Photo © 2009 RGAP

GoogleDad

Remembered my Dad had mentioned seeing a 'strange car with some sort of camera on a stick on top of it' near the Nicholson Family Seat a couple of years ago. Found this on Googlemap. . .

9/11

Here is the page from my 2006 edition 'Lettering From America Pt.1' which particularly referenced the events of September 11th, 2001. One of the two editions featured in the Smith College exhibition (see previous post). Click on it for a larger version.
The following is an edit of what I wrote to accompany the exhibition:

If my editions are about anything at all, they are about the way things connect.
I began the strand of personal storytelling I call 'bio auto graphic' with an edition entitled 'Issue Zero' in 2004. Fortuitously, the template was set with this modest trial. I had wanted the whole to be flexible enough to embrace shifting senses of memory and location, themes both grand and intimate. . .
The largest themes are reflected in the smallest events.
In Issue Zero, for example, I shift from a farcical domestic anecdote to the events of that week in early September, a day that would knock the world to its knees. I used the outline of the towers as a central element in the design.
In Summer 2005 I made a trip to the USA, beginning in New York. . . Events of the full trip would later become the trilogy of issues I called the 'You, Nighted States' sequence (2005 - 6).
I was again able to suggest the spectre of the fallen towers, in a section that referenced our impression of Manhattan going about its business in the shadow of the recent terrorist atrocities on London's public transport system.
Questions of how we live – practically and spiritually – in times of such raw suspicion and fear fuel this page.
As an adoptive Londoner I had seen the aftermath of half a dozen attacks, but this latest had proven particularly unnerving, and I felt it important to visit 'Ground Zero' while in NYC.
Layer upon layer of meaning surround us every day, and we interpret them how we will. This is like as not shaped by our personalities and belief system – and the latter doesn't have to involve a god.

We connect to the world and it connects to us.
In 1987 I had stood at the top of a Twin Tower and looked to the horizon. An abstract thought passed through my mind: 'What will happen if it falls down?"
I never thought it would – but it did.

And we all still live with the impact of that moment.