Monday 12 October 2009

What's left behind...


The Ghosts linger longer than they should. There's something unfinished about it, the way they just left. Nothing was tidied away, nothing was hidden. It feels too much like a document, too real to be palpable.


Temple Works In Holbeck, Leeds is re-opening as a multi purpose arts space. The old flax mill and, until recently, the distribution centre for Kay's catalogue.
The current exhibition, Final Days explores the site as it was found: the hastily abandoned offices of Kay's depot have been left untouched until now. Grease still stains the Kitchen wall, cups are left where they were placed, cleaning equipment left to rot. Signs are awkwardly outdated, the whole building seems to bare itself embarrassingly, one feels they shouldn't be seeing it in this state.

Sunday 4 October 2009

Re:location

So I havent posted anything on this blog in a long time...I moved house, then moved to Edinburgh then moved house again!

So i'm a bit off the map at the moment, i'l try and navigate back onto familiar paths as soon as possible....starting tomorrow.

Friday 26 June 2009

Patterns within patterns: Fractals in nature


"I am a mathematician. I would like to stand on your roof"


Ron Eglash explores basic geometrical algorithm's to explore natural patterns. I have provided the link to a really facinating lecture, particularly Eglash's look at African culture and design. The mathamatic organising properties of culture is something i'm really going to try and learn more about throughout this research:

Click here for the video of the lecture
Click here for Ron Eglash's website with many of his Culturally-situated design tools

Click here for Ron Eglash's 'virtual breakdancer', which maps rotation and sine functions onto breakdancing

Thursday 25 June 2009

Eavan Boland - That the the Science of Cartography is Limited...

I thought that this would be a nice starting point to open up a discussion on representing landscapes: Boland's re-inscribing of Irish history is facinating, and i'm sure I will come back to her again and again. This poem in particular strikes me as a good entry point in which to tackle ideas of multiple, overlapping interpritations of the same space. A video version of Boland reading the poem is availiable here.



That the the Science of Cartography is Limited...
   -and not simply by the fact that this shading of
forest cannot show the fragrance of balsam,
the gloom of cypresses
is what I wish to prove.

When you and I were first in love we drove
to the borders of Connacht
and entered a wood there.

Look down you said: this was once a famine road.

I looked down at ivy and the scutch grass
rough-cast stone had
disappeared into as you told me
in the second winter of their ordeal, in

1847, when the crop had failed twice,
Relief Committees gave
the starving Irish such roads to build.

Where they died, there the road ended

and ends still and when I take down
the map of this island, it is never so
I can say here is
the masterful, the apt rendering of

the spherical as flat, nor
an ingenious design which persuades a curve
into a plane,
but to tell myself again that
the line which says woodland and cries hunger
and gives out among sweet pine and cypress,
and finds no horizon

will not be there.


Boland's exploration of the political implications of the map is poigniantly explored by digging deeper into the landscape. By uncovering hidden paths and lost histories she undermines any official history, revealing a colonial supression of these events
. Boland writes an informative assesment of the poem In an essay published in Literary Review:


"I was certainly aware, long before I wrote this poem, that the act of mapmaking is an act of power and that I--as a poet, as a woman and as a witness to the strange Irish silences which met that mixture of identities--was more and more inclined to contest those acts of power. The official version-and a map is rarely anything else--might not be suspect as it discovered territories and marked out destinations. But the fact that these roads, so powerful in their meaning and so powerless at their origin, never showed up on any map of Ireland seemed to me then, as it does now, both emblematic and ironic."

Boland acts to reinscribe the map, taking action and drawing attention to a history of forgotton individuals - something painfully symbolised in the unfinished paths. By uncovering the lost famine roads, Boland gives voice to the silenced, it is a brave reclaiming of history, and contributes to an ongoing post-colonial practice of re-examining historical validity. This can be seen a lot in Boland's poetry - particularly in the collection from which this poem comes:
In a Time of Violence (1995). Readers may also want to look at The Dolls Museum in Dublin and In a Bad Light from the same collection.

Thanks to Plinius for drawing my attention to the Boland essay quoted above.

Stories about places...

“Through stories about places, they become inhabitable. Living is narativising. Stirring up or restoring this narativising is thus also among the tasks of any renovation. One must awaken the stories that sleep in the streets and that sometimes lie within a simple name. If “an event is what one recounts”, the city only has a story, only lives by preserving its memories.”


Michael De Certeau, The Practice Of Everyday Life


This blog aims to explore different ways of experiencing and representing space. It is an ongoing theatrical research project that will look at cartography, the stage, photography, stories, weather systems, trajectories, footsteps...and the gaps in-between.

 
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