Rendezvous

Following up on our 2009 Newcastle-based collaborative work, dreams that money cant buy, writer Johannes Klabbers visited the city for a few days (3-5 feb) last week.   The visit provided us with an excellent opportunity to explore the possibilities for further collaboration on the dissolution project. In addition to exploring the landscape , making signs with home movie titling kits and shooting copious quantities of super-8 film we managed to shape the contours of a series of speculative texts that will use the landscape itself as a prompt. Below is a polaroid photo taken in the largely forgotten gardens behind the Christ Church Cathedral.

Youths Speak About Their Adults, 1968



Much has been said and written about the faults of  the younger generation.  We found they have ideas of their own to express, particularly on what’s wrong with the older generation.

To find out what the youth of Newcastle had to say about their elders during the heady days of January 1968 click on the images above.

Arrival

In the first half of February 2010 I am working as artist in residence at the Lock-Up Cultural Centre in Newcastle NSW. During this time I have begun working towards a new video-based installation that takes its cues from the spaces and landscape of central Newcastle. It is a landscape that while seemingly on the threshold of reinvention, simultaneously speaks from and of the past. For this project I not only intend to draw from the appearance(s) of the landscape itself but also from the remnants of material culture and the ephemeral historical records that are strewn in the wake of the time. This online space will be an ongoing focus for the project, forming a database of the various items gathered as source materials. Photography, film/video, sound and text will all be used to inscribe the partly obscured and partly fictional history that is central to the project. Like the project itself this website is intended as a speculative engagement of the submerged psychic fabric of the city. A strata at once forgotten but still visible to those who look.