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You have to hand it to him – two and a half hours or so of medium paced observations based on the guys later years…No obvious plot; a little artistic license with historical detail, and what have you got? A great movie that’s what. Of course I refer to Mr Turner, and my admiration goes out to Mike Leigh for the way he was able to pull it off without too much fuss and a poke of fun, but without transgressing a ‘national treasures’ collective memory.

Where I park my car most days for work is right next to the river Tyne in Newcastle. Looking out of the window this morning it was a miserable grey gloom no light kind of a day with little to recommend it. Drizzle, damp and wind funneling down the Tyne valley. There is a small boat club at the mouth of the Ouseburn (a tributary to the Tyne). The boats here are not worth a packet. In fact they no doubt cost more to maintain than their actual value in hard cash. They are mainly rough little tubs; a big kids dream, and not overly seaworthy. Mongrels of the sea. Stood on the quay, directly below me, was one of those pugs… a mast proudly flying the St. George cross and erm.. a skull and cross bones underneath. Says it all. I was reminded of the red buoy Turner famously painted into the foreground of his picture, to outsmart Constable, in their Royal Academy showdown of 1832. I recorded it with the only camera I had to hand. Yeah it’s shot on my mobile, but the look sort of seems to fit the overall murky day>>

 

 

 

 


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Procrastination, procrastination. I have decided the best way forward is to go properly public with this project. As a piece that theoretically has no end, it is in danger of having no beginning, so my plan is to put it together sequence by sequence and then post it up here. It will be warts ‘n all but that’s the nature of the work so I’m ok with that.

So here I go. A combination of a recent trip to Berlin – heading into Poland and very much inspired by the East Berlin museum… that’s me erratically driving a real trabant round a virtual estate. I banged this little sequence together – went home and then thought – it needs a voice. Probably ┬áprefer it wasn’t mine, but as I’m the only one available at short notice, I pinched a bit of my own (very recent) verse and wove it in.

I am taking the attitude that a blank canvas is a scary thing and that to start making marks gives me something to work with.

Yes that is me in the red trousers… filmed in the Moulsecoomb tv studios in Brighton erm…33 years ago… eeeek!

 

 


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