for the fourth and final in our initial series of shows we unfortunately lost the space so generously lent to us by bristol city council.. but the thanks to the hospitality of a more established local art space/alumni project ( Bristol Diving School ) the show did go on.. Topographic Translation featured the work Lizzie Cannon , Nic Marshall , Poppy Pitt and myself and is far better described by Trevor Smith You have arrived at your destination Topographic Translation Bristol Diving School, Bristol. Oct 2011. In advance of my journey here, I entered the postcode of Bristol Diving School into Google and clicked maps. I was then able to preview my entire route, culminating in the approach along Cumberland Road and the turn-off into Hanover Place. I even picked out the best place to park my car. Forty eight minutes later, as my satnav correctly predicted, I arrived at my destination. Entering the gallery I found an exhibition floor-plan: every step...
next MadeScapes show came in the form of System History bringing together the various talents and outputs of Jack Addis , Alex Cotterell and Will Kendrick All is surface, but surface is not all. A review by Trevor Smith System History Redcliffe Street, Bristol. Sept 2011. The urbanization of humanity is a story as old as civilisation itself. Between 1801 and 2001 the portion of the world population living in built-up areas rose from 3% to 47%. Now, for the first time in history, over half of all the human beings on the planet live in an urban landscape; in the UK that figure is projected to reach 92% by 2030. In these urban environments our experiences, expectations and aspirations are born, fostered, and, sometimes, realised. The need for year-on-year consistency of landscape and location, coupled with some of mankind’s more pressing non-biological dilemmas – strength in numbers, economy of travel and fortification – literally ...
more words from fellow MadeScapes contributor Trevor Smith: February 15th 2012 It’s hardly news to announce that around 97% of my Facebook friends are not my friends. A quick skim over the list reveals a collection (three hundred and fourteen of them) of former workmates, distant family members – some of whom I have never met – old college friends, a guy that sold me a pushbike three years ago, and one person whose friend request I accidentally accepted. I addressed the accidental ‘friending’ via private message; her response was that her initial friend request was also an accident. In a relationship it would make a great ‘first time we met’ story, but based on her status updates and her comments on other people’s status updates, we appear to be utterly incompatible, and now I am afraid to delete her because, despite my former assertions to the contrary, Facebook is the real world, and our mutual friends may swing to her favour, should I choose to proceed with th...
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