The WORKSHOP with Students From Central S.Martins USB in London

ON Students in Central St. Martins London,

in Dec 2022

My first project with students from Central Saint Martins Uni in London 2022/23

In December 2022 I had the chance to meet first year students in May Day Rooms.

With the help of Anthony Davies as mentor (a tutor at Central Saint Martins) I found some students interested to meet me in response to my book STARTING FROM SCRATCH.

6 students turned up in MDRs (May Day Rooms archive from Below: Historical studies) in the late afternoon. They introduced each other as “rat people” who create performances. They were not directly related to my book that possibly had encouraged them to bring out their ideas and performances as their own Start from scratch.

I was surprised by their play on words that led you to think and rethink meanings.

I took me a while to understand the musical connections. They talked about recordings that could have been real or totally absurd. They said their purpose was to lose your ‘humanous’ in order to spread the rat ‘paraphernalia’ and to provide ‘rat therapies’.They talked about the ‘queer cob scene’, ‘weed sound recordings through touch’, ‘non sensital things’, ‘pantacising’, ‘plantacising’ and, and …leaving it open what they think their studies will result in or are going to be and if they are a group or team or friends or just stay together performing for the next 3 years.

Then our conversation turned to earning money ie in Costa, exploitations to students, to strike actions, students struggles, and to the distinction between humanitarian and corporate law, and finally to talks about work that has no meaning but is fun…

Then Anthony showed the class a scene in Ron Peck’s film NIGHTHAWKS (1978), where the gay teacher was provoked. I said that I made a film with Anthony in it as a teenager acting in a classroom with pupils provoking a Scottish new form teacher and that I would like to run a workshop on the comparison of these two classroom film clips, a kind of cross cutting of Ron’s and my approaches to film making.

Anthony Davies then showed them part of my work around the film “WHERE IS THE GAIETY’, photos that I did on an Adventure Playground in 1972, collected in 3 books and archived here in MDRs.

He then talked about Ron Peck and his film NIGHTHAWKS (1978), the first film in Britain openly dealing with gay people and a gay teacher facing a class questioning him.This provocative scene was then shown.

Anthony then showed part of the film he himself was involved in. “Don’t think so” was shot in 1980 with young people within a Cinema Workshop I had created. He himself was a teenager then acting in a classroom with pupils provoking a Scottish new form teacher.

I then said that I would like to run a workshop on the comparison of these two classroom film clips, a kind of cross cutting of Ron’s and my own approaches to film making. And that we had both been members of Four Corner Films in the 70s.

Two days later I met the student Amy with other students, about 16 of them in a corner of CSM sculpture department sitting on benches in front of a huge screen within a separate area. She had arranged to download my film from Vimeo and so it was that we looked at ‘DON’T THINK SO’ a Super 8 film made by young Skinheads and Mods with me in 1980.
I spent 2 hours with these students and really liked the encounter. I thanked them at the end that they gave me the chance to come out in this way, my way, that is, because I am uncertain about myself. To reveal some of that I felt the need to add a surprise to my visit.

I showed them the photo you see on this page, a sculpture with a head and two hands in opposite directions appearing between the relief of a stone wall. I asked them to respond. There was a silence.

Then I tried to explain that this sculpture has more than one meaning to me.

Back home I realised that I should have asked them to respond with keywords.

And, on the next page, I tried to do this myself.

Thanks

Amy

My KEY WORDS

Looking

GAZING

sinking

holding on

forward

leaning forward

hanging

OBSERVING

disappearing

Being part of an audience
but
playing an unimportant role

not central
but active
useful

Good

But what for?

Paul Hallam sent me this picture in

December 2016 for my birthday

It had a profound effect on me.

In summer 2017 I found the place in south France were this striking piece of masonry originated :

The cathedral in Saint-Foy de Conques, built in the 12th Century.

The half round inner piece of the tympanon on top of the main entrance represents the Final Judgment. On the outside next to the show of total horror appear 12 of these “heads”. They can only be angels, usually singing from a song book. Cherobins often swing a banner triumphantly in praise and glory of the Almighty.

None of that happens here. No singing. No message. No joy. Only the work to hold on to the top and bottom of this banner or to sink down. What are they hiding from? They are here for a purpose! Are they not? Are they gender-neutral, goodies who don’t fight but are set into this world to give hope? Are they scared of the horrors of this final judgment or what?

In my mind I have met the artist. He was commissioned to carve angles into this frieze but decided to express uncertainty and fear.

I compare these angels with badly paid nurses or the many people who can’t decide whom and how to help, or myself who might observe and study in order to create pictures or films like this sculptor did, but is inescapably set in as a (“good”?) person to live at the edge of society. I compare the 12th C with ours. Who is carrying the message of glory? Angles with sentimentality on Christmas cards?

Or nurses praised as angels, at work or on strike?

Hi Wilf! 5th Jan 2023 Happy new year! Hope you’re well! A few of us are currently preparing to set up an exhibition in the gallery space. We’ll be making work in there for a week and then exhibiting it the next one. I should be seeing everyone in the next few days so I can arrange some feedback for you then!

We all really loved having you at csm before Christmas and

everyone really enjoyed your film and your statements!

Hopefully, I’ll get back to you soon with some feedback,

Thanks

Amy

When My son was three years old I gave him (and me) three words to make up stories before going to sleep.
My son, being over 40 now, elaborated on this and brought the idea to perfection. My grandson took up this trade.
He favours stories of his dad to mine. Bless him, I understand but it made me somehow jealous.
I waited then for a chance to take up this challenge in my way. In the midst of a turbulent time in our family over Christmas I suggested storytelling that involves some kind of physical action between me and my grandson.

I thought about a monster as a creature in a tree,

an eagle kind of bird, a boy able to run fast