'Toil and Trouble'
solo exhibition at Macondo: 1stOctober-2nd November 2008
Venue 1 (P.V. 2nd Oct 2008) Shorditch: Hoxton Square
Venue 2 (P.V. 7th Oct 2008) Islington: Camden Passage
www.macondo.co.uk�
Tuesday, 16 September 2008
Toil and Trouble
'Toil and Trouble'
solo exhibition at Macondo: 1stOctober-2nd November 2008
Venue 1 (P.V. 2nd Oct 2008) Shorditch: Hoxton Square
Venue 2 (P.V. 7th Oct 2008) Islington: Camden Passage
www.macondo.co.uk�
Sunday, 14 September 2008
Saturday, 6 September 2008
Tuesday, 2 September 2008
Podcast to Nowhere
David does a pod cast for nowhere north gallery. with interviews, music and banter. hear it on the nowherenorth website >>>HERE<<< or at podbean.com >>>HERE<<<
Area 10
"A step-by-step series of simple complex counterparts.
Imagine a ladder that never ends, built by its climbers. Piece by piece, like the brittle skeleton limbs of a wooden robot, being brought to life. Footprints and graffiti left along the way, marks made by falling tools and the initials of rebel workers scratched into the beams to record their part in the making.
From tiny pieces and parts of something else, a ladder shall grow, taking the viewer on a route from start to finish, telling a story with wood, revealing the structure of an idea. Each piece a testament to its part in the bigger composition. David performs this improvised painting and sculpture with area 10 in mind"
Nature
Ralph Waldo Emerson
"Nature".
'Crossing a bare common, in snow puddles, at twilight, under a clouded sky, without having in my thoughts any occurrence of special good fortune, I have enjoyed a perfect exhilaration. Almost I fear I think how glad I am. In the woods, too, a man casts off his years, as the snake his slough, and at what period soever of life is always a child. In the woods, is perpetual youth. Within these plantations of God, a decorum and a sanctity reign, a perennial festival is dressed,, and the guest sees not how he should tire of them in a thousand years. In the woods, we return to reason and faith. There I feel that nothing can befal me in life, -- no disgrace, no calamity, (leaving me my eyes,) which nature cannot repair. Standing on the bare ground, -- my head bathed by the blithe air, and uplifted into infinite space, -- all mean egotism vanishes. I become a transparent eye-ball. I am nothing. I see all. The currents of the Universal Being circulate through me; I am part or particle of God.'
You can read the rest here:
http://www.vcu.edu/engweb/transcendentalism/authors/emerson/essays/naturetext.html
"Nature".
'Crossing a bare common, in snow puddles, at twilight, under a clouded sky, without having in my thoughts any occurrence of special good fortune, I have enjoyed a perfect exhilaration. Almost I fear I think how glad I am. In the woods, too, a man casts off his years, as the snake his slough, and at what period soever of life is always a child. In the woods, is perpetual youth. Within these plantations of God, a decorum and a sanctity reign, a perennial festival is dressed,, and the guest sees not how he should tire of them in a thousand years. In the woods, we return to reason and faith. There I feel that nothing can befal me in life, -- no disgrace, no calamity, (leaving me my eyes,) which nature cannot repair. Standing on the bare ground, -- my head bathed by the blithe air, and uplifted into infinite space, -- all mean egotism vanishes. I become a transparent eye-ball. I am nothing. I see all. The currents of the Universal Being circulate through me; I am part or particle of God.'
You can read the rest here:
http://www.vcu.edu/engweb/transcendentalism/authors/emerson/essays/naturetext.html
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