Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Some more animated type...


Some more experiments with animated type today.

Ocado 'This Magazine'

I've just finished some hand drawn type for Ocado 'This Magazine' with a Roy Lichtenstein influence.

Friday, August 24, 2012

Supersonic Festival 2012



A sneaky preview from my sketchbook for a new 3D piece I am working on. It is for an exhibition by The Outcrowd Collective for Supersonic Festival 2012 which opens in Birmingham later in the year, inspired by giving gifts back to the River Rea.

Expanse, Distance and The Foreign


The road is not a place to linger on, 'for there is no home here', but it drives the user onwards. There is only one meaningful action on it; to attain one's destination by the shortet route and in the shortest time. On the road, man is always intent on reaching the anticipated goal. This drives him constantly forward. This tendency to haste and hurry is in the nature of the road itself, and puts the individual under it's spell: no hesitation or standing still! Ever forwards, and as fast as possible! No one can resist this temptation. O.F Bollnow, Human Space, first published 1963

Above is a series of pictures of desire lines I took while travelling an unspecified route through mainland Europe on foot this month. The width of each line guides you forwards; forming a never-ending selection process, insisting you disregard the less trodden - the very least caused by hedgehogs, mice and creatures with the lightest foot. It was a great opportunity to go slower, turn back; or stop completely - dead ends trails made by someone(thing) on a different mission start to present themselves as an opportunity rather than a frustration.

I am interested in the variations present in desire lines; particularly the barriers imposed on them by humans - signs and fences pop up in attempt to divert the route, only to trigger new paths to the left and the right. Forks in the path of equal size present a debate.

This became something which was true of the trip as a whole; passing the same mountain from three different sides - sometimes going back on ourselves across whole countries. I started to apply the idea of a 'desire line' to something which nature takes care of for us everywhere, all the time - not just necessarily where it shows up in the grass. These are obvious ideas, but my real surprise was in finding how clear they became when I had left the unspecified-City & it's imposing rules; wandering is easy where there is no road.

While man in his timeless and purposeless wandering totally retreats from the constant forward-pushing hustle and bustle of his everyday life, he gains contact again with a deeper basis of life, resting in timelessness. O.F Bollnow, Human Space.

V&A Jazz & World Music Series

The latest illustrations in my series for the V&A Jazz & World Music Series, this time with a campfire twist.

Sunday, August 5, 2012

Berlin Tempelhof

Berlin Tempelhof Airport was an airport in Berlin, Germany, situated in the south-central borough of Tempelhof-Schöneberg. The airport ceased operating in 2008.

Since 2010 at Berlin Tempelhof, the runway has been declared a designated public park, for all-day raves, skating, day-dreaming, kite-flying; and now watching the olympic games.

Planes to other airports fly overhead without stopping; runway markings become redundant divisions; weeds burst through tarmac in the same way they did at Pripyat - in this case it has become a populated ghost town. Tempelhof is no longer an airport but it hasn't quite stopped being one either. It is a spatial convalescence period; a gap between usage of a space which allows nature and people to come to terms with what is lost, and form new habits, reducing protest and encouraging future thinking. There are plans for the airfield to host Germany’s world horticultural exhibition in 2017, at which point the temporary park will probably be re-thought.

Putting fences around abandoned buildings is not something Berlin is very good at, and I like to think it's because they understand this; as an outsider to the language and culture I am in a good position to be naive. But again and again we see that nature always wins, that our relentless attempts to control, to conform, rule, instruct and obey take us no further - that some things need to be able to play out in order to shape the next. This is the sort of idealistic town-planning I really like, and it seems to be happening here as a result of non-planning. My fave.