Category: Walking

Sense-ing the legacies of slavery and slaveownership

4/21/2016

A new project beginning to shape up developing work on Bath's Last Legal Slave Owners and the idea of a larger river walk sense-ing the legacies of slavery and slaveownership.

A disenchanted walk in time, space and place.

The River Avon powered the brass mills between Bath and Bristol that produced the brass manillas that were the currency of the slave trade. Here in appalling conditions workers produced Guinea pots for sale in West Africa. The water drove hammers that the workers used to skillfully batter sheets of brass into shape.

...and more...those boats from Bristol did not set off for West Africa empty.

And neither did they return from the Caribbean just with sweet things and leaves to smoke. Recceing and working this out at the moment. Join me share what you know, lets work this out...contact me on the form below. No spam I promise.

Join me on foot or online on Sunday 1 May walking from Avonmouth to Bristol...up the gorge senseing the legacies of slavery and slaveownership

Meet 11.00 Avonmouth train station. All day walk approx 10 miles.

0 Comments

Walk Out 2: Enchantment and slavery

10/30/2015

1 Comment

Beckford's Tower and grave. An inheritance.

Meet outside 44AD Gallery
4 Abbey St, Bath BA1 1NN at 10.00 Sunday Nov1
back about 15.00

A second walk out on enchantment and slavery. The homes of former owners of enslaved people who received compensation in the late 1830's are being tracked and this walk will again visit and identify some of them. Looking for contributions that might connect this to contemporary slavery... I wonder who lives in these mansions now...their servants today....any modern owners of enslaved people?

Mainly pavement walking with a stretch of fields and wood as we head out to the picturesque.
follow on twitter @walknowlive

Bring notebooks, phones, camera with a view to share, document and create.

We walk out through the Georgian glories of Bath looking for the homes of Bath slave owners. Find out what compensation they received for having to give up their ownership of enslaved people! Maybe you can add to that disenchantment of the City. We will walk on out into enchanted England via a short section of Cotswold Way and then up to BeckfordsTower for further thoughts on the origin of Beckford's wealth. Follow the money! Then make our way back into town exploring more points of view and contemporary resonances.

1 Comment

Walking out on enchantment

9/11/2015

2 Comments

A YEAR WALKING OUT ON ENCHANTMENT

A

An open invitation to join a walk: on foot, online or both.

Join me on a monthly walk exploring enchantment, heritage and the body. A series of critical walks exploring ‘hidden’ heritage, walks to work, walks that were or are work, walks that make connections and resonate on human rights issues.

I am currently experimenting with strategies to resist immersive romantic/arcadian walking practices. So rather than walking to commune with nature and all that involves I am interested in walking out of necessity or coercion, from walks to work to walks at gunpoint, the walks of refugees, the walks of those who have to. I am interested in developing a disenchanted walking practice, aware of enchantments but never totally immersed in them. I am not quite sure what that will be and my intention is to use the coming year to discover that, and I hope you will join me for some or part of that journey on foot or online or both.

My walking practice is digitally connected and this invitation is open to those who may wish to engage online as well as those who would like to physically walk. I am particular keen to walk with those who would like to experiment with social media and social networking in this context. Walkers of all kinds welcome.

First Sunday of each month.
Walks more or less in Bath, but not always.
Sometimes long sometimes short.
Open to suggestions.

The first walk will be on Sunday 4 October, to experiment on and with the recently released National Trust walk from the City of Bath to Bathwick fields.

email for further info.
[email protected]
Times, dates and reports live and other wise will be published across these platforms

https://twitter.com/walknowlive @walknowlive

on my sketch blog https://rswpost.wordpress.com/
and tidier reports eventually here:

2 Comments

White Horse Walks

2/22/2015

0 Comments

whitehorsewalk website and apps launched

Three years work comes to an even wider audience: way back long ago when it all began I was checking out locative media and all the possibilities of tweets and photos with their geotags developing into something else. I was walking the Ridgeway developing a commission from Wiltshire Council. One dark winters morning leaving the car park at Avebury our walkers included the Director of the Salisbury International Festival, Maria Bota and artist Ali Pretty. One walk led to another just as one foot leads the other and having completed the Ridgeway Project working with the photographs of Fay Godwin, I found myself high on the Wansdyke with a crowd of walkers discovering that it was walking art.. Walking the Wiltshire White Horses. Ali Pretty and I came back the following year for a great collaboration which grew last year to include the Uffington White Horse.

Finally last week we launched a website with a 100 miles trail round the 9 Wessex White Horses, a short circular walk near each one and a series of day routes linking them all up. At each white horse a sound park experienced via an app. Lots of images from our 3 years on the North Wessex downs all integrated with graphics drawn from Ali Pretty's silks. A great project the social media is lives on and we are still walking.

Here's a report of the launch:
http://www.flicwiltshire.com/News/Education/App-launches-for-White-Horse-walks.aspx

0 Comments

Walking with the ghosts of Grantham

11/10/2014

1 Comment

Thatcher, Newton and a small town on The Great North Road....some notes from an evaluation of In the Footsteps of Newton, walking with Ali Pretty, in Grantham.

Commissioned as part of the Gravity Fields Festival, Ali Pretty leading with the analogue element, and Richard White with the digital. An installation followed at Grantham Museum with the banners, short films, flickr feed and sounds produced by local sonic artists.

In the Footsteps on Newton uncovered many rich seams both locally for Grantham and more broadly in that whole process of discovering, rediscovering and imagining and creating a sense of belonging.

The work continues to be experimental and developing a model of practice with social media, visual arts and live interventions within a walking and heritage context. On the first day, the intervention by actor, Jack Klaff, in character as Isaac Newton took, the walk to another performative level that I had not anticipated. We really tapped into some spectral presence through the visit to an old house, already old when the young Newton was there and then walking along the old tracks talking with Newton 'himself'. On the second day the walk began from Newton’s ‘birthplace’ where a large group of scientists, historians, broadcasters and their children joined us. The walk back into Grantham began to look like a medieval procession, I was really pleased that we managed to connect with such a diverse group of people.

I would have liked to have engaged even more, for more of the ‘experts’ to have walked with us, to have made more of the live, performative element on the walk, especially at the points of intervention. Raising the flag from the top of he church was a treat that only a small group of walkers enjoyed. The closure at the end with the walkers and the parade of banners fell flat and for the only time in the walk I wondered who that bit was for. The two online presences we were working with, the festival web site and the Newton Tree Party blog did not integrate well, live, although the latter offered some good post walk reporting. The Twitter and Facebook following and engagement was however hot with the twitter reach in the 1000’s and Facebook close behind. Using Social Hiking via Viewranger was valuable live and in delivering a social media trail at the end.

In my mind Grantham was sadly and deeply associated with Margaret Thatcher and all that she and her like have inflicted on this country. The town, at first impression, resonates with the shockwaves of her actions, ironic that the former public library was the back drop to the outdoor events. But as we got down to work and started walking and talking I discovered some sense of community resilience was re-emerging very much around these creative engagements. There was a playfulness with history and a wakening of local pride in Newton..as shown by the shop window displays and the bemusement of the waiting staff in Pizza Express....in whose basement, it is said, are to be found the cellars of the old apothecary's shop where Newton stayed as a boy. The walking project become part of a wider process of rediscovering local history. When our residency coincided with a Heritage Open Day, I loved the continuing worship at the altar of the Newton cult. I too stood on the step ladder to trace with my finger the Newton graffiti. Wondering why his name was scratched in such a modern hand and not with the finely crafted serif of his peers….and there in that old school building I heard quite how divisive the local campaign for a statue to M Thatcher had been.

And thus I learned more about this town on the Great North Road and the people who had passed through and stayed over. From Dickens to the great Tom Paine, who had actually worked in Grantham for a while. So many travellers up and down the old road and the rail, I applauded the old gentleman who demanded that fellow passsengers doff their hats as they sighted the spire of Grantham church. Then at some point in the post privatisation aftermath capital left the town and depression set in. In reaching back into history it seemed that through Newton, Grantham was reconnecting with its past. Walking back to my hotel on the last night the echoes of funfair screams, loud pop music, bright lights and gravity defying rides was the perfect end to a great days walking. Returning through the spectacle.

The following day, I stood on the bleak privatised station and read the plaque recording the glories of the speeding steam train, Mallard, on the long straight near Grantham years ago. My train was late. A final reminder from M. Thatcher.

I cant say that my mental association between Thatcher and Grantham is now broken but it is perhaps more nuanced, and it is after all not Grantham’s fault. What is important and surprising is the discovery of the town and the significance of its location to the people who visit and live there. This developing performative walk model is becoming an effective tool in that process. I experienced a town re-imagining itself and I was as surprised as the staff at the faux LA local motel were, to discover how much more there is to this small town once on the Great North Road.

1 Comment

Lost Walks of Rochford 2

8/9/2014

0 Comments

The second day of uncovering The Lost Walks of Rochford took us back to the river and along crumbling sea defences. Sections of the route more lost to cars than lost to the sea. Out past piles of old fridges, moss covered caravans and emerging to pasture and marinas. We found Nirvana just across from a pub full of witches, where the King Canute and the tide story is told in reverse.

The intricacies of the tides and the drifting still moments when river force meets tidal return. Thinking about how to use flags and buoys catching and expressing the knowledge of the ferry man. Once again we learned and got confused about many things including King Canute, the Danes and the Saxons, and Haloween when, we were told, if you run round St Nicholas (Old Nicks?) church so many times and bang on the door you will see him.

Ghost smugglers drinking rum and talking about the old days. More talk abut arts and heritage and funding for regeneration and place making. Are these not places already?

Finally arriving in drizzle, out and back to the shipyard catching glimpses of and at last tracking down the anchor of Darwin's Beagle. Well it looked the one in the photo on the BBC webpage and that a good enough truth at the end of a long a bedraggling walk. The Beagle's last days were in the mud after a final career stage being used to catch smugglers in the myriad of inlets and creeks off this bit of England. Smugglers and philosophers, what essence of Darwin rubbed off on the Excise men? Did they even know?

0 Comments

Sense-ing the legacies of slavery and slaveownership

Walk Out 2: Enchantment and slavery

Walking out on enchantment

A YEAR WALKING OUT ON ENCHANTMENT

White Horse Walks

whitehorsewalk website and apps launched

Walking with the ghosts of Grantham

Lost Walks of Rochford 2

Archives

Categories

Walknow