Memory

Detail from the mixed media textile piece ‘Memory’ that includes the words by Sarah Butler:

It buries its past in its street names: Lottery Street, Mealhouse Brow, Loonies Court – and the memory of its people marked on its tunnel walls.

 

Second Night-time piece

 

Some of the close up detail from the second textile piece interpreting from the ‘Stockport at Night’ by Sarah including the lines:

Streetlights cast their yellow haze across empty streets. And in the car park, amongst the concrete pillars and fluorescent lights, the car-mods come, show off their latest trick, admire the tuning of another’s engine, the flash of silver alloys.

Unslept-in town

 

I have been working on a pair of mixed media textile pieces about the ‘Stockport at Night’ writing that Sarah produced. Sarah showed me sections of Stockport that the writing related to on Google Earth and I have scaled these up from some of the screen shots.  Here are a few close up photos of detail on the first one which includes the writing :

Night-time, in this unslept-in town. Skateboarders in the square, repeating themselves across the paving slabs. A handful of drinkers, hunched over quiet pints. A woman grinding her cigarette underfoot.

 

Working on new collaborative pieces

Julie and I spent two days at Arc recently, working on designs for four new textile pieces, responding to and interpreting a selection of my texts.

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Text for pieces 1 & 2:

Night-time, in this unslept-in town. Skateboarders in the square, repeating themselves across the paving slabs. A handful of drinkers, hunched over quiet pints. A woman grinding her cigarette underfoot. Streetlights cast their yellow haze across empty streets. And in the car park, amongst the concrete pillars and fluorescent lights, the car-mods come, show off their latest trick, admire the tuning of another’s engine, the flash of silver alloys.

Texts for pieces 3 & 4:

It buries its past in its street names: Lottery Street, Mealhouse Brow, Loonies Court – and the memory of its people marked on its tunnel walls.

There are two maps, one atop the other. Twisting streets and steep hills undercut with a right-angled order. A town like this needs power, and shelter; would rather burrow into rich red sediment than reach up into thin air.

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It was fascinating to see how Julie thought about light, shape, colour, repetition and scale in relation to the texts. We had lots of fun choosing fonts, printing onto cotton and organza, and handwriting with Inktense pencils. I can’t wait to see the final results!

Sarah

Foodie Friday: Stockport Market

marketThis is what they mean by buzz: the queue for Pad Thai folded into the queue for Piri Piri Burgers; folded into the queue for Melanze; Lemon Cannoli; Edamame; Salted Caramel Peanut Butter Ice cream; beer.

This is what they mean by buzz: the burble of early evening chatter threaded with the thrum of a bass guitar; the hiss of hot oil; a girl’s voice, singing.

This is what they mean by buzz: the spaces in between all these people laced with the smell of fresh coffee; barbecuing meat; chilli; lime; hot custard tarts.

Inspired by a visit to Foodie Friday at Stockport Market, Friday 31st July

Stockport At Night

Night-time, in this unslept-in town. Skateboarders in the square, repeating themselves across the paving slabs. A handful of drinkers, hunched over quiet pints. A woman grinding her cigarette underfoot. Streetlights cast their yellow haze across empty streets. And in the car park, amongst the concrete pillars and fluorescent lights, the car-mods come, show off their latest trick, admire the tuning of another’s engine, the flash of silver alloys – all that time spent oil-slicked, forehead-scrunched, turned to pure gold.

Inspired by a conversation with Stephen Marland, photographer and local resident