Friday, March 26, 2010

Approaching the Piglets

Scandalously, my Alpaca film only managed third place in the 2010 Yo! Sushi Award for Film and Sculpture Exploring Issues Around Identity in a Powerful Way.

Banksy won it, of course, with a video of a day glo orange Guantanamo inmate holding a megaphone but with his mouth taped up, entitled An Obvious Gag.

However, such is the emotional and aesthetic force of my next piece, Approaching the Piglets by the Side of the Lane, that I’m considering saving it for the Turner. I won’t patronise you by explaining the meaning – it speaks for itself.


8 comments:

Willard said...

I love the way you are seeking the piglets but you never quite reach them.

Brit said...

Ah, you certainly know your art, Willard.

worm said...

Spellbinding. This short film further cements your role as auteur, and the intentional addition of gonzo amateurism to the otherwise Kubrickian tracking shot places you firmly at the bleeding edge of North Somerset outsider cinema. (outcider cinema?)

As for the piglets we never see, could they represent a nod to the stylings of Steve Bruce's Sweeper? Are piglets, like architecture, a closed book?

Gadjo Dilo said...

It does indeed speak for itself, if only about the existential non-quiddity of piglet approaching.

Brit said...

You flatter me, chaps... but I can't honestly say you're wrong to proclaim this a milestone in the history of film-making.

Gaw said...

You make it look so easy. But only we afficionados know that that short film was the product of days walking around country lanes with your phone held out in front of you and what is a truly masterful edit.

Peter said...

No doubt the beautiful people will soon be swooning over you at Cannes, but I still say modern film is rubbish!

zmkc said...

I thought at first we were revisiting some of the territory you covered in your earlier 'Local Characters' illustration, but it isn't the same lane after all - is it? If it is, I think a definite thematic consistency can be discerned in your evolving work. There is the essential impossiblity of ever getting close enough to get a proper look at anything - local character, piglet (by extension, life itself), of course - which is immmensely moving.