Sunday, December 29, 2013
Saturday, December 28, 2013
'the god connection'
august 26 - november 17 2003
10 mountain sonnets
marlene mountain francine porad paul conneally stephen addiss nancy smith
gary gach cindy tebo carmen sterba ray rasmussen michael rehling gary blankenship
'Thou shalt have no other gods before me.'
another autograph collected the crowd unusually unruly
13-year-old reality tv star of her own fantasy
god sides with the feds the monument of 10 has left the rotunda*
no gods at all but lots of worship going on
many prostrate themselves as the alabama idol is hauled away
almighty microsoft what if bill gates is behind the pearly gate
built for the fox god a shrine on a hill
sleeping in the pew he dreams of madonna
such a jealous pussycat she says
japanese haiku who can get over it
studying all religions just in case
the running back on probation until after the season
all round the world cave paintings of fat mamas
the sound of bat wings above the feaces flecked altar
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'Thou shalt not make unto thee any graven image.'
toward shevinity 'on every high hill and under every green tree'
the toadsmouth a rock in the peak district that says you're almost home
so let's blast some more statues in afghanistan
obeying god's 2nd commandment the feds move the graven words
church green a lot of gw's in the collection basket
less likely to destroy the images of others if one creates
we'll be right back with more so don't touch that dial ok now this
sistine chapel the image of god on the ceiling
hungry as hell the 'big boy' statue beckons
the wall full of pinups at the local repair shop
the face in the mirror a joy to behold
ah censorship a jillion fewer images to clutter the museum the mind
the memory of a collection of ancient cock-shaped coat pegs
deck of holy cards with a few squirrels around st. francis
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'Thou shalt not take the name of the Lord thy God in vain.'
stalled car in Israel the driver cursed in several languages
a hammer meets a thumb
mother nature and i politely discussed the heat and man-made air
jeez you're looking good!
god for a moment i thought you were someone else
from where god's name was placed in vain it's taken by law
grandpa's story the day his mouth was washed with soap
swear words on the bathroom wall
all those leaders with god in their mouths
teen 'cool man the deity says no more mall muzak!'
'god damn' not considered cussing in our crowd
'for pete's sake' and i remember my grandmother's displeasure
say 'jumping kangaroo' instead of repeating your dad and brother
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'Remember the sabbath day, to keep it holy.'
late start on sunday not one beer before noon
sunday buffet at the casino all you can eat $5
the smell of incense and bells a priest's frock
a swell day for authority figures to eye the figures of kids
the magic screen on the altar shows pro football
the commandments moved from the courthouse locked on sundays
no television no telephone no car a far different outlook
stop give it a rest take a breath the sun moves on his own
the sunday school teacher on saturday night dirty dancing
sunday morning the adult theater every seat sold
a relief to know that decadent is okay 6 days a week
up at 11 too late for mass
a spider crawls under the kneeler
sunday social visit with a sick and needy friend
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'Honour thy father and thy mother.'
words almost all in haste i eat you i taste you i hate you
together or one at a time?
summer warning the disappearing act of the y chromosome
with the best nursing home which won't interfere with your own lifestyle
single parent household double the duty and only one paycheck
a poke in the ribs from mom at this commandment
at least visit the home before they move in
the teenager politely pleads with her addicted mom
sidewalk neckbroken dead pigeon somebody's mother
pushing the wheelchair slowly he remembers
at least on the days set out by the merchants
gluestick card an 'i love you' with the heart peeling off
finally grieving for the dead dad of his teenage years
the faded flowers replaced each memorial day
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'Thou shalt not kill.'
squashes a bug saying 'better luck next time'
today the peace tally greater than the war's
first obligation to protect oneself
after the natives are crushed law and order
the cat plays with the lizard and eventually it dies
unless in uniform or something you hold dear is threatened
in an upbeat voice the tv announcer repeats the body count
lumumba's fate the belgium soldiers watched him tortured and killed
the cat with a tail hanging from her mouth
a dead duck if it's that time of year and you've got a license
reversal - clean air regulations repealed
british american tobacco sponsor a school of business ethics
then the state murders the murderer of the murderer of fetuses
end of the fairy tale now that the witch is dead
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'Thou shalt not commit adultery.'
she took his $4 million ring but who'll wring his neck
one count of sexual assault a felony at the lodge and spa
it used to be the charge and now it's the defense
unless you get married first
just don't embarrass me she said
unless you are one of the happy majority
delightful bliss i don't want to know!
every third weekend and thanksgiving day at daddy's
his seven-year itch annually
patriarch with wives galore his lust for another married woman
spiritual retreat this time at the motel 6 with the lights out
hot for herself the clerk turns on to her guy customers
not considered adultery lesbians in the news
mounting excitement the whole village collects stones
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'Thou shalt not steal.'
supermarket surely one purple grape will not be theft
his home is not a hotel despite the towels
except converts from other faiths and goods under 'fair exchange'
a town for a toe debit or credit
a convicted ceo on parole limited to the usa for vacation
prayer in school and denigrated neolithic females in church
the poor box empty under the gold altar
just before the long weekend the price increased after?
high to low low to high stocks and bonds reversing positions
pyramid scheme one scam leads to another
a t-shirt with a mummy's face on it from the british museum
hope iraqi kids enjoy their new schools the teachers well-paid
you can download 'smells like teen spirit' for free**
musical chairs a trillion dollars poof up in smoke
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'Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbour.'
restaurant three gossips sup on their friends' imagined faults
but i heard it on good authority from my daughter's friend
you can lie all you like particularly about those not next door
careful what you say there are laws against slander
at court she says what he says he didn't do
now tell us what was the real reason dubya you went to war
we all just assumed it was true
the latest poll 45% say the truth is not, 50% undecided
wmd's i say they're hidden in his boxer shorts
blair claims saddam could shoot his load in forty-five minutes
arnie's recall he can't remember all the women he's groped
rammed through the adult court system for life the 13-year-old
listen somebody knows but isn't talking the others blowing smoke
talking heads spread another rumor left unsaid
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'Thou shalt not covet thy neighbour's house'
down the road a new double-wide & a warm-looking heat pump
the conservatory filled with the right sort of plants and conversation
a leaf outweighs your monuments by the weight of the universe
can't be impressed i don't recognize any 'a b c' car
ah then okay to contemplate his rock garden!
there goes the neighborhood
either it's too small or who'd want the upkeep?
& what's my apple doing in your kitchen?
at midnight the neighbor's hedge moves a yard closer
once it was my house until i lost my job
on the sun deck a great view of the pool next door
tho he's got a cute ass and 2 x 2 oxen i dig the wife & kids
three lawn mowers and two washers in the side yard
just a fence away from blue ribbon tomatoes
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**smells like teen spirit from nirvana's 'nevermind' cd
Posted by Little Onion at 12:41 am
fuel demo tragedy claims one last dance
bush seeks another life say muslim motorists
gems uncovered danger of adult aged five
celebrity brides enjoy days of misery
history rewritten by strike on blair
holocaust tide turns superbug risk
breakdown watchdog fears costs surge
warning freeze your pink cat litter
threatened mobile phone attacks police
lets slow everything
13th sept 05
shreadlines piece created by Paul Conneally from cut up headlines in the Daily Telegraph
Tuesday, December 17, 2013
OLYMPIC - wordsearch landscape, London Olympic Development Site - Paul Conneally 2006
I will be moving away from photography, though not completely, in terms of documenting and representing in 2014.
I will return to new ways, some very old, of conveying place, space, time, people and the feelings set up through encounters with them.
A new set of Wordsearch Portraits and Landscapes will emerge along with frottage, print, found object and ephemera pieces.
New interventions are planned and further iterations of Shopputting, INVIGILATOR and LIAR (Look I Am Reading).
This said I'm sure that photographs will be appearing, if not in my planned commissioned pieces, certainly here!
Grow Sheffield - Wordsearch Portrait of Jerry Simon - Postcard - Paul Conneally 2010
Saturday, December 14, 2013
St. Mary de Castro Church, Leicester, December 2013 - Paul Conneally
St. Mary de Castro Church is having its spire dismantled, taken down. It is the second oldest church in Leicester. King Henry VI, the 'boy King' was knighted in the church in 1426. The poet Geoffrey Chaucer married his first wife here.
The church was founded in 1107. The church tower was built before 1330 for sure as there is a written record telling us that a man fell to his death from it in that year. The original spire was a broach spire. The broach spire was replaced in 1400 by a thinnish crocketted spire. The spire has been a source of problems almost since it was first built. One of Sir Christopher Wren's best masons, Henry Cotton, was given the task, in 1685, of taking off "5yds. In length downwards" and to build a new top.
Storm damage, lightning and other problems caused the tower to undergo rebuilding in 1699, 1757, 1763, 1783, 1871, 1901 and 1916.
More work since then has been undertaken periodically from then to the present day when it is now having its most radical treatment in that it is being completely taken down after being deemed unsafe. Work to put up scaffolding started on the 18th of November and it is currently at a height just below the start of the spire itself.
English Heritage has secured funds to take down the spire and the intention is that it will eventually be rebuilt although much fund raising needs to be done before this can happen.
a workman leans out
in to the wind
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Tuesday, December 03, 2013
Late at night
to early morning
the train station
Rodents run rails
men in lines of fours, fives
and against the rules
against the November cold
an oil faced worker
Marching up the down line
he counts out loud
to spray paint a sleeper
Oh can you hear
the blowing of the whistle?
Monday, December 02, 2013
three pints happy
we leave The Font
on Gateway Street
The Sir Robert Peel
and turn right
against red bricks
behind a black spiked fence
fans genuflect and
ask for a win
The photograph is St Andrew's Church, Jarrom Street, Leicester. The church was designed by the architect Sir George Gilbert Scott who also designed London's St Pancras Station.
Monday, November 25, 2013
New Parks Social Club, Leicester 2013
Sheffield and Leicester had a tradition of reciprocal visits between the large number of well used working men's clubs that both cities housed.
These days there are relatively few such clubs left.
In Sheffield, my granddad Conneally was a member of The Bellhouse Road Working Men's Club. I'm pleased to see that, just like The New Parks Social Club here in Leicester, it's still going.
Every summer, along with my friends, I'd eagerly look forward to getting tickets for the annual club trip to the seaside.
Skegness, Mabelthorpe, Cleethorpes, Great Yarmouth.
I visited all of them one year or another on the club hired coaches or charabancs, as my nan called them,
A convoy of twenty or so vehicles making their way to what seem like very distant beaches.
Dinner, meaning lunch, vouchers and a few free fun fair tickets are handed out to us as we bump through the flatness of Lincolnshire towards the coast.
How long can the last remaining working men's clubs hang on? Times are tough but with a free juke box every Friday and disco karaoke the last Friday of every month along with live entertainment the likes of New Parks Social and Bellhouse WMC are determined to carry on.
the coach driver's tip
candy floss, dodgems
and vomit both ways
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Saturday, November 23, 2013
'Self Portrait Great Malvern Priory Road North Car Park'
Paul Conneally 2009
A new edition of 20 prints of this self portrait car park ticket by artist Paul Conneally from INVIGILATOR : MALVERN (2009) on used envelopes is now available.
Each numbered and signed print is on a different sized and type of used envelope and although an 'edition' each is essentially unique.
Price unframed including delivery is £15
Friday, November 22, 2013
In the early evening, Town Hall Square has a two hour period stream of families on their yearly pilgrimage to see the Christmas decorations.
It's a wonderful place that the children will remember when they, years later, bring their own children to the same space, same time of year.
It's a wonderful place that the children will remember when they, years later, bring their own children to the same space, same time of year.
Much later, as Leicester's night time economy starts to close down and clubs spew their punters out on to the cold streets it's a different story.
An altercation of fists by the nativity. A couple canoodling and more behind a plywood Womble.
the long walk home
after the office party
pigeons and tinsel
Thursday, November 21, 2013
Just for a change we go to the match on the bus. The Sky Bus from Loughborough to Leicester.
It's called the Sky Bus because it travels at least once an hour every hour of the day and night between Leicester, East Midlands Airport, Derby and back again calling at Loughborough in both directions.
It's £5.50 Loughborough to Leicester return.
The match was a disaster for us with Leicester City losing to local rivals Nottingham Forest. The day though was good with pints after the match in The Swan and Rushes and The Globe. We even had a steak and tiger pie each in The Globe. Yes a lost match but a good father and son day out.
The Sky Bus is a single decker with wi-fi. It leaves from St Margaret's bus station. It's about ten to eight when we board the bus. We sit towards the back where the seats are raised a little higher than those at the front. The kind of seats that little boys and men gravitate towards. The further back the better on a single decker whereas on a double decker, for me at least, the front seats upstairs are the bee's knees.
The bus fills up and just before we set off, as the bus driver turns her engine, a young woman, maybe 19 or 20 years old, gets up from her seat at the front and starts to walk down the aisle.
She has in her hand a brown paper bag which she proffers to each person she passes as she makes her way towards us and the back of the bus.
She's asking people if they'd like a sweet. Almost everyone takes one, little jelly coke bottles.
There is a buzz on this bus. People are talking and the ride is a happy.
We get off by the Territorial Army centre on Leicester Road, Loughborough. I notice that the bag of sweets has been placed by the driver for anyone getting off or on to take one.
Yes, a lost football match but we all gained something on the Sky Bus home and it was more than a sweet.
on a leafless ash tree
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
Sunday, November 17, 2013
Newarke Street Skyline from Newarke Street Car Park, Leicester 2013
In Leicester for a Holocaust Memorial Day meeting, I park on the roof of the Newarke Street Car Park.
It's a beautiful bright November morning and I look out from the roof across Newarke Street towards the centre of town.
I notice for the first time the pattern in the cast concrete frontage of what was once a textile business but is now Voluntary Action Leicester. Beyond it some of Leicester's skyline.
Concrete has been around in one form or another for over a thousand years. The Romans made and used versions of it, even here in Leicester.
It's a much maligned material but when made and used well can be wonderful in both form and function.
Some say concrete has had its day but there is surely still scope for new types and uses as we creep forward into this still new millennium.
after all these years
in next door's drive
Holocaust Memorial Day - Voluntary Action Leicester - Paul Conneally
Saturday, November 16, 2013
There's an Every Street in Ancoats in Manchester, and one in Bury too, but this Every Street is in Leicester.
How does a street get a name like Every Street? In Leicester, Every Street runs along one side of Town Hall Square, between Horsefair and Bishop Street. It was made in 1879 when the then town (it was given City status in 1919), full of civic pride, set out and built Town Hall Square with its fountain and gardens in front of the entrance to Leicester Town Hall.
The councillors of the time gave this little street an impressive name to reflect its position as part of the political front face of an economically growing textile, hosiery and shoe manufacturing community. It was called Municipal Square East.
The name was hardly ever used by Leicester's residents. They all called it Every Street. Why? Well almost as soon as the square was completed a cab firm set up in Municipal Square East. The firm placed a large sign on the wall saying that anyone could get from this place in the centre of town to 'EVERY STREET' in Leicester by their cab service. Before long everyone referred to the street as Every Street.
Eventually the Town Hall politicians scrapped the Municipal Square East name and the street officially became and still is Every Street.
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Sunday, November 10, 2013
Thursday, November 07, 2013
Sunday, November 03, 2013
after a few drinks
we get on to the subject
of weird dreams
Heather brings out a book
of dream interpretations
but there are no examples
of dreams as strange as ours
we each have a go
at solving the mystery
of the dreams
all our efforts fail
the meanings of
these dreams it seems
will stay inside our heads
three thirty a.m.
the lady of the lake
drags me down again
Photograph: In the Kitchen at Parties - Paul Conneally
Saturday, November 02, 2013
Women In A Web - Paul Conneally & Roberto Amoroso 2011
Teachers and TAs taking part in a Splacist Workshop to explore and promote Learning Outside The Classroom.
The workshop was led by Paul Conneally and Roberto Amoroso at Forest Lodge Education Centre, Leicester.
We will make exchanges.
We will make adventures.
We will reveal beautiful moments.
We will reveal the ugly.
We will hold your hand.
We will whisper in your ear ‘let go’.
From the SPLACIST MANIFESTO
As walkers on the Autumn 2013 iteration of artist activist Anne-Marie Culhane's Fruit Routes walk at Loughborough University they find Paul Conneally, once again taken hostage by nature, stood below a sweet chestnut tree, a board hung around his neck with these words chalked upon it:
under the spreading chestnut tree
I sold you and you sold me
George Orwell '1984'
He says a few words about chestnuts, chastity and hope and then reads not Orwell but the words to an old big band song urging the gathered to get their smart phones out and "tweet tweet tweet" at the appropriate point.
UNDERNEATH THE SPREADING CHESTNUT TREE
Underneath the spreading chestnut tree,
I loved her and she loved me,
There she used to sit upon my knee
‘Neath the spreading chestnut tree.
There beneath the boughs we used to meet,
All her kisses were so sweet,
All the little birds went “tweet, tweet, tweet,”
‘Neath the spreading chestnut tree.
I said, “I love you, and there ain’t no ifs or buts,”
She said, ”I love you,” and the blacksmith shouted “Chestnuts!”
Underneath the spreading chestnut tree,
There she said she’d marry me,
Now you ought to see our family
‘Neath the spreading chestnut tree.
Orwell alludes to the song, also a Boy Scouts campfire favourite, with actions and both Orwell and the song allude to the Longfellow poem The Village Blacksmith:
The Village Blacksmith
Under a spreading chestnut-tree
The village smithy stands;
The smith, a mighty man is he,
With large and sinewy hands;
And the muscles of his brawny arms
Are strong as iron bands.
His hair is crisp, and black, and long,
His face is like the tan;
His brow is wet with honest sweat,
He earns whate'er he can,
And looks the whole world in the face,
For he owes not any man.
Week in, week out, from morn till night,
You can hear his bellows blow;
You can hear him swing his heavy sledge,
With measured beat and slow,
Like a sexton ringing the village bell,
When the evening sun is low.
And children coming home from school
Look in at the open door;
They love to see the flaming forge,
And hear the bellows roar,
And catch the burning sparks that fly
Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
He goes on Sunday to the church,
And sits among his boys;
He hears the parson pray and preach,
He hears his daughter's voice,
Singing in the village choir,
And it makes his heart rejoice.
It sounds to him like her mother's voice,
Singing in Paradise!
He needs must think of her once more,
How in the grave she lies;
And with his hard, rough hand he wipes
A tear out of his eyes.
Onward through life he goes;
Each morning sees some task begin,
Each evening sees it close
Something attempted, something done,
Has earned a night's repose.
Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend,
For the lesson thou hast taught!
Thus at the flaming forge of life
Our fortunes must be wrought;
Thus on its sounding anvil shaped
Each burning deed and thought.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Friday, November 01, 2013
Leicester Town Hall from 10 Bishop Street - Paul Conneally
I'm waiting outside the Christian Book Shop on Bishop Street for Tony Nelson. Tony's the chair of Leicester's Holocaust Memorial Day committee and I'm meeting him for the first time before he takes me to the committee meeting itself.
Even with the building work going on in Town Hall Square the Town Hall still exudes a faded civic pride. A flag flying from its highest point.
An African woman stops in front of me, looks from a piece of paper to me, to the paper and back again.
"Are you for the nature group? I'm looking for the nature group"
"No" I tell her "I'm waiting for the holocaust committee" and help her look for a white door, she doesn't have a number.
somewhere in the scaffolding
a builder's whistle
October 31 2013
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
We move together along the disused railway track towards the top of the Swannington Incline.
"Don’t look the dog in the eyes. He don’t like it”
one upright arm
sustains the cheek
come walk with me
when things go wrong
there’s always the hedgerow
Paul Conneally 2011
From ‘Health Walk’ Paul Conneally with Nita Pearson ‘Whitwick to Swannington and Back’ May 2011
Notes The line: 'one upright arm sustains the cheek’ is a fragment from “HOW RICH THAT FOREHEAD’S CALM EXPANSE” by William Wordsworth. Wordsworth tells us that the poem HOW RICH THAT FOREHEAD’S CALM EXPANSE was inspired by a print at Coleorton Hall, North West Leicestershire. Mrs Wordsworth’s impression was that HOW RICH THAT FOREHEAD’S CALM EXPANSE was also written at Coleorton Hall despite William’s note that it was written at Rydal Mount in the Lake District.
Tuesday, October 29, 2013
'Corn Dolly' Anne-Marie Culhane Photo: Jo Salter
The above 'corn dolly' headdress, made and worn here by artist Anne-Marie Culhane was exhibited as part of 'Spaceship Unbound' at the Castlefield Gallery 2013 along with the video installation of her work 'Corn Dollies'
Corn Dollies was a public performance at the House of Commons, London to correspond with a mass lobby of Parliament regarding GM foods.
Anne-Marie Culhane was director/choreographer for the performance/action which was made in collaboration with Friends of the Earth, Annie Ball, Miriam Keye and Caitlin De Silvy.
Costumes for the four performers were inspired by teachings from corn dolly veteran Dorothy Horsfall and stories of harvest and corn dolly rituals.
Posted by Little Onion at 10:09 am
Monday, October 28, 2013
TOPPING OUT – KISS THE GABLE – Paul Conneally and Anne-Marie Culhane 2013 Photo: Kev Ryan
Cultural Forager, artist and poet, Paul Conneally, anoints a garden Shed during Conneally and Culhane’s ‘Topping Out Kiss the Gable’ ritual performance piece at Loughborough University Fruit Routes Harvest Celebration.
The shed stands on the LANDSCAPING AND GARDENING SOCIETY plot at Loughborough University and was recently erected to replace the original shed which was burnt down earlier in the year.
‘TOPPING OUT Kiss the Gable’ is based on the ceremony of Topping Out that builders undertake when the highest point of a building is completed. In Conneally and Culhane’s version, switches of tree and other plants are bound together and placed at the apex of the shed. The hanging plant material includes rowan, holly and bay twigs to ward of bad spirits and bring good luck to the shed and all who use it.
Two ladders were placed against the gable and people at the Fruit Routes Harvest Celebration were invited to climb one ladder, kiss the apex of the gable and say a few words if they felt that they wanted to while at the same time being anointed by Conneally, who is up the other ladder, with Apple juice freshly pressed on site that afternoon.
After Topping Out and Kissing the Gable the gathered people moved to a bonfire where food, drink and conversation carried on into the night with music being provided by the band Solana.
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
Modern Edinburgh Film School
Alex Hetherington is a visual artist with a practice in film, text and sculpture who works under the title Modern Edinburgh Film School. He produces complex projects on the ideas of film, poetic form and sculptural process.
"Portrait of artist Alex Hetherington - the image of Alex is the franked stamp on the envelope in which he sent an edition from Modern Edinburgh Film School to me in. A one off print on another envelope was made and sent to Alex from myself with pencilled message and signature on it. The 'clean' portrait of Alex as a franked stamp features the legendary Scottish football player Dave Mackay and may become available as a limited edition print or other artefact in the future."
Paul Conneally October 2013
The Big Purple will be a fully working wind turbine public work of art - Snibston Country Park - Paul Conneally 2009
The Big Purple
Builds on Snibston's long history of providing energy Transforms the visual landscape Celebrates the past workers of Snibston Transforms energy makes money Is illuminated at specific times Is a powerful educational resource
The Big Purple is a piece from Spoil Heap Harvest by Paul Conneally for Snibston TRANSFORM 2009/10 Snibston Country ParkMore on wind turbines art and poetry - Alec Finlay
Artist poet Alec Finlay has worked extensively to explore through art poetry and thought, wind turbines and their place within culture, history, science, the environment and as objects akin to standing stones within the landscape.
Any artist, poet, actually anyone, considering wind turbines, alternative energy production, landscape and the environment should look at Alec's work which engages at a much deeper level than, on the surface, The Big Purple, a site specific piece, could ever do.
Here's a video of Alec talking about elements of his work around wind turbines - wind flowers too:
ALEC FINLAY part 1
ALEC FINLAY part 2
Alec Finlay's blog: ALEC FINLAY
Paul Conneally Coalville 2013
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