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1- If you want to know why Sir Ian Wood’s plan is not the right one for the space or our city. Just ask I’d happily discuss it with you and… easy to talk to while I am still certain of my conviction.
2- If you want to know why in this case it is imperitive that you do show your support then please just discuss it with me, or one of the other supporters. Because this time it really does matter.
If you believe in your voice, or in democracy and the freedom to speech and your right to have influence over your city, then you need to stand up for it.
This isn’t a case of business ‘v’ arts. Or oil ‘v’ culture, this is a case of power and influence ‘v’ the citizen.
Even if your for Sir Ian Wood’s plan we could show you where the project has been undermining justice.
Our actions now will define whether our leaders respect, listen and act on our behalf or not in the future. This is important.
Video’d by Jon Reid. His first of this sort I think. I like the whole accept for the end bit where I feel like a tool. But hey it was an intense two weeks of drawing in that place and Jon put in a stellar effort. I’m really thankful.
The title is actually ‘If my garden is bigger, you live further away.’
As far as social/political theory and art goes I really thinking outloud. I’d like to work toward utopia, heaven on earth. What that would look like is still beyond my grasp so art tends to involve in the coversations I have internally. Pecocks are advertising a Aberdeen Uni conference on political theory and art etc. It’s on in October I’ll be heading there with Gilla Brooker another local artist. The links following.
‘Cow Aid Drop’ is my thought for a T-Shirt design for a local place. Really looking forward to seeing what other folk put forward.
image title ‘cows on the lawn’
Exhibition title ‘Feed the beast that drives you’
this saturday. I’m working on it now. Well being distracted from working on it.
they taunted her
From the window I saw an older lady pass by.
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How do we know she is different?
Her eyes don’t lift from the left of the pavement.
She doesn’t seem to walk as much as shuffel
Her hair is dirty.
I think about drawing
Most people who have passed have made me think of drawing.
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Time passes and she returns
But this time shouts proceed her
Boys have found her.
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How do they know she is different?
Everyone is scared of them.
How do they know she is easy game.
Do they know she is vulnerable?
Do they know what that means?
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There are three of them
Passing slightly off to the back and left of her
Walking on the road and the pavement
The tall one closest to her
Says things to her loudly
They jeer
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To her they can act like this
She is different
She is alone
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I boil
I scramble for my keys
They are passing
I get to the door
But it’s not mine so I struggle with the unfamiliar lock
Giving up I leave it
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I get out but they are gone
I stand in the middle of the road
And watch them throw the last taunts
As the boys head left and she goes on.
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She did not lift her head to them
She did not interact
Did she leave her world for them
Or shuffle oblivious and unaware
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Will I be her one day?
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I leave my scowl on the tarmac
And strutt back in
On closing the door I remember
No prayer left me as I left it.
Removing my shoes
I feel shame on my pride
And wish it could come off as easily.
