An afternoon well spent at the De La Warr Pavilion in Bexhill @ Dear Serge. Caught only the last bit of Graham Dunning's exciting performance, very much regret not having attended his workshop that day: Ghost in the Machine Music: Build an abstract music making machine using scratched records, turntables and keyboards!
Enjoyed and explored some more of the Pavilions architecture lit by the afternoon sun on a cloudless blue sky while listening to Oliver Coates' cello and electronics set until finally finding myself on the balcony of a dark room, listening to Soccer96 and gazing at the moving colours on walls and ceiling, created by Innerstrings Psychedelic Lightshow.
A very pleasant afternoon!—
Learnt once again: Don’t trust this ladida arty descriptions and just go. Cevdet Erek's show Alt Üst at Spike Island in Bristol is a very sensual measurement of time: rulers marking years and other time spans, a throbbing and bumping from various corners of the big gallery hall. In the middle two rooms: downstairs a slightly techno clubby feeling, but in the luxury of nobody’s presence, only lit by a moving blue light on the ceiling, another bass softly shaking your guts. Above the white and light opposite: daylight flows through the glass ceiling elements, a white room, but you still feel the pulses from underneath vibrating in your feet. Pew. The last area outside these rooms contains two more installations. Heavy, intense, exciting. Highly recommended! Exhibition still open to 13 April 2014, photo stolen from the Spike Island’s website…
Here’s analogue proof that this one sunny day between flooding, rain and storms wasn’t just a dream…—
Chose to ignore Christmas as far as possible and go on a couchsurfing trip to Bristol. Finding a host turned out to be pretty difficult, but I was very lucky to end up at Paul’s comfy home with a wonderful record collection and lots to talk about. I spent the 25th walking through the sunshine along the canal in the city centre with a Christmas meal of chips and tea in front of the Arnolfini. On boxing day my host showed me around at The Cube, a Microplex Cinema and arts venue. Unfortunately too dark for my camera, only caught the red glow… After a little walk through the park in Clifton to treat Lumpi, and a hot drink we went on a photo hunt in the evening light in an industrial area near Bristol. Left with several film rolls of shots and full of impressions of a good time.—