It was an honour to model the Cape of Clouds, a community project gathering embroidered clouds made by women across the globe. Shaman, Trickster, Warlady? Thank you, Louise Gardiner, http://lougardiner.co.uk/projects/stitchACloud/stitch-a-cloud.php.
The Salty Dance Floor got a Highly Commended! Sat next to Sandro at SHAFF and it was fun and everyone was friendly and the panel was great. As is this ace quote from Niall Grimes, one of the three judges:
“I love it when people try to do something different. What made The Salty Dance Floor stand out for me was its attempt to express an emotion that I have felt as a climber…and it used the medium of film to not try to explain or verbalise this feeling, but to put the feeling across. What was the film saying? I have no idea, but I understood it”.
So Sandro came up to me in Bloc and said Let’s make a film and we went to Pembroke in December in 48mph winds and pouring rain. AND THEN THE SUN CAME OUT!
All the films are up on BMC TV right now…
Photo credit: Mandi Dodson
Article out in this month’s online-only edition of Climb Magazine. Sailing, climbing, Abba lyrics…
Today in Algebra of Fowls.
the other night at band practice we
had a whole discussion about the exclusivity of
velvet and how corduroy was the
string of the king
the beanbag was my throne
wide velour stripes off-white king of the desert like
ozymandias on the beige
carpet of my loft
brand new just carved i filled it myself with
a helper its not easy two vast bags of
polystyrene balls getting everywhere going everywhere
the cat sleeps here it took her a while to get used to
the way the sides shift she experimented with
steady backsliding progress and
huge astonished leaps
two days after i locked the catflap exit by mistake
she came all the way to the top of the house to
do a giant shit on my beanbag. The king is dead!
long live the queen
Dob Dob Dob is kicking off Bristol HUM this Friday 5:30pm at the Surrey Vaults. Spoken word/glitch loops set on Tinder and dating.