30 Nov 2015 | a soft armour

Day 48. (The) Art of/or Baking

In my no-planning planning thing always go differently than I thought. I am sitting at a windy bench under a cloudy sky - but still my fabulous solar panel powers the iPad mini I am writing this on - next to a church in a small village. I always look f...

21 Nov 2015 | a soft armour

Day 39. The fleet

On my way I collect discarded trash, pieces of paper and I fold them into small boats, every single one dedicated to somebody helping me on my journey in any way. My fleet accompanies me all the way to Paris and is starting to relate to more and more d...

20 Nov 2015 | a soft armour

Day 38. Back in the other world.

Friday, 20 November 2015I underestimated this. I forgot. What it does to you when you spend the whole day on the highway under a grey sky surrounded by mainly flat land, factories, electricity poles, smoking chimneys. When your neighbours play their mu...

15 Nov 2015 | a soft armour

Day 32. Words and the world.

I hadn't planned to wake up in a shed again but I did. Happily and by choice.The Saturday early morning plan had been to walk from the mountain valley where I had spent the night to Sigean and catch a bus to Narbonne but when I walked into Sigean in th...

11 Nov 2015 | a soft armour

Day 26 – 27. A place to return to.

The fog is slowly lifting. La belle Auriole is waking up, young people arrive to help with the farmwork. An old ecological farm, all alone in the mountains, 6 kilometers from the nearest tiny town, Opoul, where the people are kind and I spent two eveni...

07 Nov 2015 | a soft armour

Day 25. An old story, a new story.

Saturday, 7 November 2015, Argeles-sur-merI woke up in a damp field, packed my things together and walked. Then I a saw the bird, a hoopoe. It flew up from the ground and landed on a branch. Another one was flying around, just like last week when I had...

05 Nov 2015 | a soft armour

Day 23. Step by step, line by line …

Cantares… (Songs….Machado’s Testament)Antonio MachadoAll goes, and all remains,but our task is to go,to go creating roadsroads through the sea.My songs never chasedafter glory to remainin human memory.I love the subtle worldsweightless and charming,wor...

27 Oct 2015 | Landscapism

Songs of runaway dreams miles away

Directionless wandering reveals another street of once-red brick terraced houses. Its not raining, exactly; but it has been. This could be Middlesbrough or Rugby or Dumbarton or Edmonton, could be Derby or Barrow or Kilmarnock, Pontypool or Bridgewater...

02 Oct 2015 | Hybrid Flaneur

On a Glocal City

Text: Bill Psarras © 2015 When we speak of the glocal character of something or someone, we refer on both the local and global qualities of it. It is an interesting portmanteau that probably academic Joshua Meyrowitz (among others) brought it in the academic discourse, when he begun to use such a concept in his talks (mid-1980’s) one of which […]

28 Sep 2015 | driftingspace

Vellum

For the Plymouth Art Weekender 2015 festival Driftingspace produced a short video piece on the changing terrain and topography of Devonport and Mount Wise in Plymouth. The work combines our interests in the building typologies, materialities and landscape naming of the regeneration of the area.  The work was show no n the Mayor’s Parlour at the […]

02 Sep 2015 | rdb notes

A 2015 face recognition challenge

Robert Fripp in Aylesbury, 1st September 2015: a review Face recognition technologyhas come a long way, but given my own face, the best of systems would have matched at least half of the capacity audience at the Aylesbury Waterside last Tuesday evening...