In our daily lives we surround ourselves with useful things, for keeping warm and dry, for cooking and cleaning, for communicating and engaging with the world – we are the tool-making hominid after all. We acquire things and adapt our surroundings in order to make life easier or that enhance our perceived status and self-worth. We also possess objects that comfort us, that make us feel connected, loved, valued and respected – that shield us from the enormous implications of our own mortality.

I pick up the second cardboard box and carry it, together with the buyer’s remittance for four pounds, out of the auction room as the fast-paced and hypnotic sale of household goods continues. Every Wednesday in this one provincial auction room approximately seven hundred lots go under the hammer, primarily back into the multifarious retail streams. Thousands of items from a relentless process of house clearance pass through each week, unwanted, unclaimed, unnoticed stuff. Primarily dead peoples’ possessions, no longer needed, treasured or valued.

I buy boxes of miscellaneous items of little or no value to others and have acquired, surprisingly, a selection of family photograph albums, bundles of letters and personal scrapbooks in this way. I make prints from some of these objects. These highly intimate records of life and identity, of proof of existence, of confirmation of having been loved – have ended up lost, abandoned and worthless. I attempt to re-engage with these found objects by pressing them for an evocative and emergent tactile impression. The print shifts the focus from the blank spaces of the photographic images themselves to the often over-looked contextual framing; the size, shape and edge detail of the photographs themselves, the design, detail and method by which the prints have been fixed to the page, the shape, size and binding method of the album pages, the layout of the images, the occasional use of labels or titles, the inclusion of tickets/pressed flowers/postcards. In this way, I am interested in the evocation of a particular time period and social context by highlighting the outmoded details of the album pages themselves. The title of the print – taken from the particular album page – knits these signs together in a moment of historical resonance, e.g. ‘Capri 1953’, ‘Brussels and Paris 1945’.

In a further evocation of hauntological loss, there are individual photographs missing from the albums, their past presence indicated by the redundant adhesive corner fixings that once held the photographs in place. On a number of pages there is evidence of more than one set of corners having been used, different designs used to fix different photographs at different times. The album pages offer further opportunities to explore their outmoded nature by drawing attention to these redundant corners, a ghostly palimpsest of lives recorded through analogue reproduction.

‘After the Flood – Series 1’ 2019, was body of work seeking to evoke the sense of loss following catastrophic flooding. The work emerged in response to images of the debris (including old photograph albums) recovered in the aftermath of the Japanese Tsunami in 2011. The following year I produces a second series of monoprints ‘After the Flood – Series 2’ 2020, again using the found media of the dis-assembled photo album to further reflect on the loss of personal and family histories, tragedy and the impacts of climate change. This in turn lead to a series of prints entitled ‘After the Fire’ 2022, provoked by the widespread escalation in the occurrence of wildfires. The individual photograph album pages were burnt and scorched before printing, resulting in layered fragments eaten away and withered by flame where blackened smuts of carbon become incorporated into the print itself.

Last week marked the second anniversary of the beginning of the first COVID lockdown in the UK. Along with many other people, I have experienced the passage of time during these two years in an entirely new way; it flattened out – time seemed to become stretched and less dramatic. Our hectic lives slowed and became more local, more focused. One result of this for me, is that for some reason I can barely distinguish 2020 from 2021 – I experienced this twenty four month year as a lumpy series of restrictions, lockdowns and hastily arranged micro gatherings spent discussing statistics, protocols and politics.

The COVID years are also inextricably tied up with adjusting to life without my Dad – who conspired, through intoxication and poor balance to end his life in the final hours before the first lockdown came into effect. He’d spent his entire adult life as a high functioning alcoholic under the cover of the gregarious party host with a drinks cabinet in his office and the constitution of an ox. His own carefully considered commemoration arrangements were cast aside as we three siblings strove to deal with travel restrictions, hospitals in lockdown, coroners working from home, overwhelmed undertakers, furloughed services and the uncertainty of whether anyone would be able to attend the cremation. In the end just the three of us bore witness to the passing of a much loved Dad, Grandad, friend, colleague and ‘larger than life character’.

Long periods have passed with very few entries in the blog, I’m not and never have been a keeper of diaries – noting the everyday and the mundane adds little to its enjoyment for me. Yet ideas, thought experiments, writing, art and activism continue to excite me and I hope to find reasons to make occasional posts and observations in the coming months. The challenges of facing and adapting to the on rushing effects of climate change and the unstable politics of social justice connected with it will keep us all busy for decades to come.

In the run up to Christmas 2019 we decided that unlike previous occasions, we didn’t want to buy a real tree that would then (at best) be collected at the local recycling centre and pulped. So in a relatively short space of time I resolved to construct a festive tree from readily available softwood, with the idea that this could then be re-used over the following years. There was some very favourable responses from friends and family to the design but I realised that the idea needed to be further developed so that the tree could easily be stored and would be capable of being used time and again without deterioration.

First prototype Second prototype, unfolded and folded up.

This first tree was glued and screwed and would take up quite a lot of storage space (even partly deconstructed). The challenge was to develop the idea so that the tree could be ‘folded’ up into a compact form for storage but would also be relatively easy to put up each year. So, during lockdown in 2020 the opportunity arose to create a second prototype. Made from sustainably managed softwood this version exploited industrial fixings and fittings to ensure that the whole tree, including an adjustable and stable base, could be slid into a cardboard tube for storage. During November 2020 I have produced a limited edition run of ten trees in two different heights for friends in Ilkley and Leeds, utilising a wood workshop in Ilkley run by Chris Tribe. The trees will last many years and have the added advantage of being assembled from simple components and fixings, therefore should any of these pieces fail or get damaged in the future they will be very easy to replace.

it has been an interesting project and has taken me back to the period in the early 1980s when I ran a small production workshop in Leeds batch manufacturing contemporary furniture. I believe that the Wooden Christmas Tree has further potential and will appeal to those people who also wish to stop buying real trees each year but who also want a natural product and not one assembled from plastic and wire. At present I believe that the product is a little too complex for easy (Ikea type) home assembly and I will need to undertake a bit more research into the ideal balance of production/ market/ route to market and price point. I can feel an idea coming on for the third prototype…

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Horrendous outcomes as the cumulative effects of climate change – two years of drought, hot dry winds and record temperatures – create truly apocalyptic scenes in Australia. Science has been predicting these occurrences but politicians and corporations continue to put profit before planet.

Extinction Rebellion
October Rebellion

The dust is settling on the XR October action in London and I think a period of reflection is now required. The numbers taking part in the occupations and the march were certainly higher than in April and on the whole the atmosphere was positive, supportive and determined (some 60,000 people took part in the October events). There was still an impressive range of age and a reassuring gender balance among those both leading and taking part in the protests, although as XR itself acknowledges, black and ethnic minorities are not as well represented and this needs to improve. The movement is very inclusive and recognises the need to support those taking part, encouraging people to help with catering, well-being, outreach and educational workshops (and it even provides composting loos when they’ve not been confiscated by the police!).

Indeed the policing tactics had changed significantly following the April Rebellion and the authorities had decided not to allow the various sites to settle in and become established. The police approach was far more aggressive with many protesters singled out for ‘snatch’ arrests, including young people who had decided not to put themselves in a position to be arrested (I trained for a role as a legal observer and was informed by a senior police inspector, that these people were targeted in order to spread alarm among social media users). Perhaps the crackdown could have been anticipated but it certainly seemed harder to engage with the public and to convey the need for urgent political action by MPs against the backdrop of harassment and widespread use of the 1986 Public Order Act to curtail peaceful protests.

I recognise that a lot of people believe that there is no justification for breaking the law, however I’m sure I’m not alone in reaching a point of exasperation after thirty years of washing yoghurt pots and recycling glass bottles to find that such little progress has been made. Corporations have successfully shifted the onus for tackling climate change onto the consumer and we now need action by government to force significant and rapid changes across the fossil fuel, energy and agricultural sectors (for a start).

Some October actions – such as the ‘1000 trees’ sapling forest, 650 of which had MPs names on and were collected in many cases by the MPs themselves – lead to good conversations and a chance for outreach. Other actions, however, such as climbing on the tube train at Canning Town, prompted a lot of criticism and must surely lead to questions about aims and tactics. XR has grown from an action involving 1000 people in London in October 2018 to a de-centralised global movement with affiliated groups in more than 60 cities around the world and has contributed to pushing the issue much higher up the agenda for the general public. We know that a global response is required but in the UK we can help map out a path for engagement and show solidarity with those people, primarily in the global south, who are already dealing with the impacts of climate change. After a week at Millbank, Victoria Street, City Airport and the BBC I felt pretty drained and emotionally raw but still convinced that it is urgently necessary to add my voice to the escalating chorus to ‘Act Now!’