A Howling Wilderness

The titular quote comes from Ashworth, M., The Oxford House in Bethnal Green, Oxford House, 1984.

Some work from the first session for the upcoming exhibition at Oxford House, Bethnal Green in November 2017. Long way to go to find a thread.

It happened to rain today, a day we (the Keble College Librarian and I) had planned to start the project work.

Holman Hunt’s “Light of the World” (the original, according to the College) on the wall with its own timed lighting display.

John Keble, whose portrait is, seemingly, everywhere.

Breakfast, slowly grinding to a halt at around 10:00 am.



Outside Keble College, Oxford

Today I have agreed to two reductions in the rights I would hold over two new areas for work that I intend making in the near future. The first is with Keble: my project with Keble in relation to the Oxford House exhibition in November has been granted an “official” status within the college. That’s of course great except that any image I make inside the college perimeter, in relation to access surrounding the project, can only be used in the exhibition itself or in the publicity for the exhibition. Which means of course that I won’t be able to use the work in any other area. Primarily it is because they are planning a big exhibition to commemorate the 150th anniversary of the College. Ho Hum.

Secondly, I have signed on to do a (very) short course on video editing and I have agreed that any work that I make there will be jointly owned by the school. And whilst I don’t think I’ll be making anything significant during the course, my diminution of rights happening twice in a day has rocked me a bit.

Oxford House Project

I am delighted to have been asked to present some new work for an exhibition at Oxford House, Bethnal Green this coming November for a three week show. I have been chosen along with Sarah-Jane Field by the organiser Keith Greenough. I plan to develop some work around Keble College, who had a fundamental role in the development of Oxford House and am in contact with the College to start some research.

Walking to Work

When I first showed this work outside – to someone who was unaware of the what had come before – he disregarded how I contextualised it and framed it as “landscape”. I was disappointed, firstly by his lack of engagement, which seemed to me at the time more about his prejudices, but, soon after, by my obvious inability to relay the narrative that I felt underpinned the work. And so I stopped making any more work in this project for a couple of months, but it has resurfaced and my thoughts surrounding the work haven’t dimmed and I expect to continue along this path for a while.

New Pastoral Paradigms: Explorations in Landscape and the Self. Bank Street Arts, Sheffield 23rd July 2016

And is forgetting therefore


defined as “a past that is no longer a part of me”?

Memory is


A memory is part of the past that describes and defines me.

A memory is part of the past that limits me.