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  • the deep the deep

    • From: colin_broom
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      The Deep refers to a painting of the same name by American artist Jackson Pollock; one of the few completed in his final years. The painting is largely white, comprising multiple layers of intense brushwork. Tearing straight up through the middle of this is a dark, black rift which seems to reach inwards, suggesting an almost infinite depth. In contrast to Pollock's more famous "dripped" works, which are on the whole characterized by an "all over" approach, resulting in an ultimately flat, surface-level texture, The Deep is just this, and it is the depth suggested in this painting which interested me compositionally.

      I tend to visualize musical structure as a series of interiors or rooms, through which the listener passes.  My job then as a composer is to work out the exact size and shape of each of these spaces, their relationship to each other and thus the overall layout, and finally the route to be taken by the listener and how much time is spent in each space. 

      The space suggested to me by Pollock’s painting is cold, dark, severe and impoverished.  It has no end, and leads only further inwards.  It is at times cavernous and at others claustrophobic.  Ultimately it is cold, empty, untouched and unyielding.  Yet despite this emptiness and this inhospitable character or perhaps because of it, I also find it very, very beautiful. 

      The Deep was originally composed for Symposia, and was first performed by them in June 2006 in Glasgow.

      You can find a image of Pollock's painting here:  http://tinyurl.com/2etrdcd

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  • Cuillin, Sligachan Cuillin, Sligachan

    • From: daveofficer
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      The imposing and dramatic Black Cuillin, a series of incredible dagger peaks which tower over much of the Isle of Skye and are perpetually surrounded by dark stormy clouds.  This view is from Sligachan.

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  • SuperDoodle #1 Dingbat Flavour SuperDoodle #1 Dingbat Flavour

    • From: JonGill
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      SuperFly SuperDoodle

      Superfly, in a collaboration with Dundee’s ‘Tartan Baffies’ (aka John Paterson), are laying down the gauntlet for you to do something creative with your favourite ‘Dingbat’. 
      As ever, this is open to anyone and everyone – and EVERYONE can doodle – so even if this isn’t your full-time (pre)occupation just open up dingbats and let your mind run wild.

      There are two simple rules: 
      (1) the final image must include a dingbat and 
      (2) there must be an element of your own hand (carbon, inky or digital).

      Winners:
      The best will be reproduced on a SuperFly set of 1 inch (25mm) button badges (so bear that in mind). 
      (We may also produce on a special edition tshirts, fit for only the most ‘SuperFly’ people around! ;) )

      We’re planning an exhibition of the ‘SuperDoodles’ to coincide with SuperFly’s 1st anniversary in October but more on that in due course.

      So, think you’re up for the challenge? 
      Then head over to our ‘Dingbat Doodle‘ page for info on the ‘legal’, artwork specs and how to submit all your wonderful doodles. Tartan Baffies and SuperGuy have both come up with there own dingbat doodles to give you the general idea but we’re sure that you can do sooo much better…

      Submission due date 
      Get your SuperDoodles to us no later than Thursday 30th September - 4 weeks from today!

       

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  • SuperDoodle Web Badge SuperDoodle Web Badge

    • From: JonGill
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      SuperDoodle is a new competition from SuperFly and Tartan Baffies - see www.superfly.org.uk for info on how to enter or view the exhibition.

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  • SuperFly SuperDoodle SuperFly SuperDoodle

    • From: JonGill
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      SuperDoodle is a new competition from SuperFly and Tartan Baffies - see www.superfly.org.uk for info on how to enter or view the exhibition.

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  • And so we face the final photo And so we face the final photocall...

    • From: chrisdonia
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      You know how sometimes you'll spend ages on a document/email/blog, getting everything perfect and embedding images and links and so on only to have something (say, Firefox) crash and leave you back at square one with nothing left and suddenly you can't face it and avoid the problem for days? And then other commitments leave you with very little time to do anything and it all gets a bit fraught...

      Yeah. Sorry. Let's rush through to the end of the Book Festival, shall we?

       

      Debi Gliori. She was lovely and nervous about speaking in front of a crowd, but did magnificently; the adults were entertained by tales of her techniques and the children entranced by the reading of her new book and then being taught how to draw seals and rabbits. Made me feel a bit soppy, really.

       

      Trying to get atmospheric shots of the site, I was playing with the juxtaposition of these flowers, the logo on the door and a queue going into the tent. Sadly, one grouchy old man (not seen here) decided that it was Immoral And Illegal And Wrong for me to be taking pictures of people without their permission, and despite my explanation of why I was taking pictures and what they were for and the legal status of what I was doing he was unshakable and insisted that he was going to complain. Oh well.

       

       

      A group of Arab writers involved in the Beirut 39 collection; they each read some of their work and then had a translation read out. What was very moving was when one said that he was from Jerusalem, couldn't really move away from Jerusalem and would probably (he said in a matter of fact and slightly resigned to his fate tone of voice) die in Jerusalem. He then read some poetry in Arabic with such energy that the translation seemed far less exciting o interesting, even though I could actually understand it.

       

       

      Dum di dum, trying to pap the staff cos they're important too...

       

       

      Alasdair Grey, everyone's favourite jolly Scottish Santa.

       

       

      Martin Bell, former independent MP and general nice guy with a grudge against corruption.

       

       

      I was passing through the Signing Tent and grabbed a few pictures, as is my wont, when I suddenly realised it was Michael Rosen!

       

       

      Despite being a bit of Danish totty, Lars Husem didn't draw the eye of the girls on site...

       

       

      Here we see Dom Hastings the Front of House manager (who was very patient when faced with my running in and out of events) looking dynamic against a backdrop of Nick Barley, the newest Director of the Book Festival.

       

       

      And the strangely disappointing David Shrigley. It's not so much that HE or his event were a disappointment, but I kinda wanted him to be a grotesque stick figure rather than a tall, well bred and recently washed Englishman with a near-RP accent.

       

       

      Chris Close, who has been taking dramatic portraits of authors, was quite pleased to see that people were enjoying them.

       

       

      Christopher Brookmyre at Unbound, singing with the assistant of Billy Franks. This was bloody packed - due in part to the free whisky I suspect...

       

       

      And the man who DID draw the eye of the girlies: Alan Bissett, the gayest straight man I've seen in a long time.

       

       

      Onto my last day then (sniff).

       

      Tim Berners-Lee looking moody for the Press.

       

       

      My brief foray into the Children's Bookshop and it's activity centre (because taking pictures of children scares me!)

       

       

      A meeting with Maisie the Mouse and her creator, Lucy Cousins,  with signing and enthusiastic Sian in the background.

       

       

      Quintin Jardine, a man who exudes a strange enthusiasm.

       

       

      The inimitable Lord Robert Winston (who may or may not have stolen a duck).

       

       

      Ian Rankin talking about what he loves about Twitter (part journal and part uber-reliable source on up to date information) and why he has a white iPhone (they had run out of black ones, so he keeps it in a black case).

       

       

      Nicholas Parsons, two thousand years old and still going strong - even if he does look like a fairy tale wicked witch.

       

       

      A rare view of the Press Pod (Yurt) - here showing Frances Sutton aka The General, hard at work even long after she really should have gone home.

       

       

      Mr John Hegley regaling the Unbound crowd with songs and stories in English and French.

       

       

      Candia McWilliam here, just before she panicked at the sight of the camera and asked me not to use flash, "or I shall go totally blind!". I mention this because I had heard of her sight problems from one of the staff and so felt rather pleased with myself for the fact that I wasn't using - and indeed rarely do use - flash.

       

       

      And the King of the Charlotte Square Castle, Nick Barley himself. I had been tasked with getting a Good Photo of him against the bustle of the festival but it never happened, so this was my last attempt.

       

       

      And so it ended.

       

      But the I popped back for Alan Moore (squeeeee!)

       

       

       

       

       

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  • bangle 10 bangle 10

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  • THE CUMBRIA ENERGY CENTRE THE CUMBRIA ENERGY CENTRE

    • From: Richard Taylor
    • Description:

      # 52 [28 August 2010]

      Untitled system

      "We're now exposed to the maintenance tracks. Such observations would be impossible if there were but a break in the clouds in the sky for the sun: now more houses, more settlements and more trees and common land in between are set behind us. And there's a constant black line that floats beside me on the other side of re-enforced glass - it's not that comforting though it keeps disappearing above the window frame."

      There's an age where both Ine and Pie go well together and a new form of energy is created. Right now I am around ten minutes from the border between Scotland and England, heading south east of Dumfries towards the next stop, which is Carlisle. My final destination, after meandering through the hills of Ayrshire down in to the valleys of the Lake District and through to the northern hills of Lancashire, is eventually Manchester.

      There was an age when this journey would have been altogether more troublesome and harder to navigate. As the window set to my right dost frame each scene as I occasionally look out, the landscape escaping before my eyes, there's a hill another hill a town a townhouse a church a paddock a river lake tree forest fence and field. All rolled in to one and relative to us as a travelling hanger of internal sound.

      Museum Project (from found material)

      We are not reserved - just quiet

      Before all these 'objects' of the landscape, the very fabric of a traveller's horizon would have been North South East and West by way of tree, hill, lake and track - all forayed before each step forward. And none of these tunnels or bridges would ever have existed. Right now I think of the short walk books my father keeps in his trunk at the top of the stairs, behind where the dog used to sleep.

      The page says jump (with a smile) It was on a walk through the Peak District that I lost one of these books. He blames me as he entrusted the book in my hands. I was the navigator following the instructions set before me with each turning page.

      "Walk three miles east of the pink tree set before you and come to a fence two metres in height. From this fence head down a track through a stile and over a dry stonewall. From here see the tip of a reservoir to your left. Follow its line around North West arriving at a dam. Scale the dam reaching midway between water and stone. Jump off in to the water and swim to the shore on the Eastern side. Once there head north to a second stile..."

      And so on. I do this with a smile of course, as I'd rather forget how I left the book, having survived its rigorous instructions, on the top of the car - we set off, the gravel underneath us crunching and expanding space beneath our tyres, the book flew off the roof caught by the Winter's afternoon sky.

      And we are now in England and the accent is altogether different. Carlisle is as grey as Glasgow's West End on a sunny day and from here the world seems to be not so much as awake as the humdrum of the engine I sit behind. I am facing north west now and there's not a stile in sight, just more bridges and tunnels that disguise our guise as a linear travelling collective machine.

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  • Static #3 Static #3

    • From: briandickson
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      O.5 black pen, Tracing paper

      I began researching static televisions and the images they created. I was fascinated by the infinite amount of forms that could be created and began to study them intently. I wanted to harness and control the essence of the images that static televisions created and reform them myself.

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