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The Watchtower/Riots and Ruins

The WatchTowers

Hurstwood Watchtower

Hagwood Watchtower

A few months ago I built two watchtowers. They were built to show my interpretation on the current culture that has been adopted in England. This of course is the Big Brother effect our country has over its people. I felt the symbol of the watchtower was quite fitting and the images worked well.
I wanted to see how the public reacted to my work. These odd authoritative figures appearing in the country side would surely create a reaction? I was very focused on the actions I was doing as a Land Artist at this point and very interested in the reactions too. I was focused on seeing whether or not people would walk on by the looming authoratitve structures, adopting the Big Brother 'keep on walking' and leave well alone approach. Or would the public interact with my pieces, perhaps be quite destructive?
In fact both were the case. The 'Hagwood Watchtower' was left alone, where as the 'Hurstwood Watchtower' had been pushed over. So i did indeed get some results, but what did it prove? The destroyed watchtower could have been knocked over by an aggrivated farmer. What does it mean that the other was left alone? I became confused by my own study. At this point I left the watchtowers to be rediscovered by myself for future development.

The Ruins

After approximately half a year I came back to discover the states of both watchtowers. 'Hurstwood Watchtower' was still in rubbles where as the watchtower in Hagwood had been blown over and badly weathered. Time had taken an interesting toll on this watchtower and I enjoyed the resulting product. The grass had grown over the structure and had become embedded in the ground. After retrieving the fallen tower from Hagwoods boggy grounds, up came the earth, the plants and the creatures that now inhabited it. My own theories and studies no longer mattered as I had new ideas and plans to work with for this watchtower.

Riots And Ruins

I initially built a watchtower to represent the Big Brother mentality of the nation we live in. Time took its toll and the watchtower became ruins. A Big Brother symbol in ruins (Just like the city of London) reminded me of the current situation. To replicate the fight of the common man to protect and save our Big Brother capital I salvaged the ruins and attached rope to steady and keep the structure up. I felt this addition symbolised these factors well.

The evidence of revival is still evident on the watchtower. The earth and grass that came up from ground remains, along with the creatures which made it their home. In London, after the riots the 'creatures' of that city remain too, amongst the rubble and damage, supporting their fallen Big Brother city.
Above is a video of the piece, so that you can get a feel of viewing the piece yourself. The piece is filmed to resemble the deserted aftermath in which the riots took place.

The Travelling Man

Posted by: CSHoldsworth

Tagged in: woods , wood , weird , Unknown , trees , traveller , the travelling man , story , spooky , sketch , portrait , pencil , Myths , imagery , image , illustration , fiction , drawing , Draw , demonic , art


'The Travelling Man'

A story I wrote whilst in my Foundation year:

The Travelling Man

Written and illustrated by Christopher Holdsworth
This is the face of The Travelling Man
I’ll tell his tale as best I can.
Mysterious, strange and sinister is he,
It was one fateful night this all came to be.
He travels by night,
Few think that’s quite right.
Yet the secret to his tales,
Is in the darkness he prevails
Why is this I hear you ask?
And to explain is quite the task.
For you see once upon a time,
Before you heard this dark rhyme,
The Travelling Man made a deal with a most terrifying soul.

Now begins a story that will make your skin crawl.
This tale begins with a cold winters wind, howling at the face of this bard.

He stumbled upon a wood,
He’d take shelter if he could,
But the forest made him recoil as if he’d been stabbed by a shard.
He had no choice but to venture inside
As in the cold this old man would surely have died.
His feelings of this place made his withered heart race.
As the evil in this place made his tracks pick up pace.
Deeper and further trudged The Travelling Man into the forest of old.
The Twisted faces of the trees made his blood run cold.
Once familiar and friendly in light,
Now gave even the bravest of men a fright.
Stories say the forest was dead,
But that was all just a myth in his head.
For something here most frightful stirred,
Yet it could not be seen, barely even heard.
Deep in the forest a whisper made him shake,
‘What could it be?’ he thought
‘A bird? A snake?’
The whisper appeared again once more,
But this time it howled like a ghoulish groan.
The Travelling Man now knew
That in this lonely old forest he wasn’t alone.

Up in front of him a shadow appeared,
A demon it was, what he had most feared.
The shadow spoke in a most vicious voice,
Giving the man the eventual option of choice.
‘You’ve entered my forest, you’ve trespassed my wood,
And on this cold winters night, I shall drain your blood’.
‘What brought you here? What is it you do?’
Mockingly asked the shadow, as he already knew.
You see the shadows see all,
The past, the present and new
‘I travel and tell tales of foreign land’
Handing the shadow books with a tremble of his hand.

The Travelling Man fell to his knees with a thud,
Looking at the stars past the tree tops above.
Remembering times of travelling with his clan,
He came up with a most evil plan.
The bard asked the shadow ‘Why eat me when you could have more?’
With a little more confidence he rose from the floor.
‘You’d sacrifice your family and friends for your life?’
The demon knew the honesty of his story was quite strife.
The shadow looked deep into the Traveling mans eyes and announced,
‘You’re a man full of deceit, betrayal and lies’

‘I’ll give you a choice, your life or your soul’
To which he replied without hesitation ‘My soul! My soul!’
‘Your ignorance is your down fall old fool,
Soon you’ll rather have died, now I’m going to get really cruel.
I will follow you forever until the end of your days,
In your sleep, in your nightmares
You’ll be trapped in a never ending maze.
Around each corner I’ll always be there,
It’ll drive you so mad, it will be too much to bare.
With me by your side you needn’t worry,
You won’t be bothered in much of a hurry.
You tried to offer me your family and friends,
Now I’ll cut off your social ends.
I’ll throw them all into a bottomless canyon,
From now on I’m your only companion.
You’ll feel forever alone but never alone you’ll be.
Now go sit upon your lonesome throne beside me’
The Travelling Man left the forest that night,
Been stripped of all his will and his might.
Forever will the old man travel in the dark,
Having been banished from the light for his foolish remark.
He had become a wandering drone,
Forever the shadow in his side a thorn.

Now you know the story of The Travelling Man,
Try to get some sleep as best you can.


Anti-Clockwise Instrumental

Posted by: CSHoldsworth

Tagged in: wood , video , vessel , Sculpture , project , mound , mill , leeds , kinetic , interactive , instrumental , instrument , hole , design , canal , bricks , ant-clockwise


'Anti-Clockwise Instrumental'

A piece created at Thwaites Mill in Leeds. Our project was based on site specificity. My intention was to select a part of the mill that had been neglected. I chose an embankment which was made up from discarded objects and rubble. I wanted to give this piece of land its own voice. To release this spot of lands 'voice' I decided to build an instrument into the ground. The sound/music of this mound can then be released through a vessel. Every item used in the construction of the piece was found at the site. To release the noise you must turn the stick anti-clockwise, to simulate turning back time to hear the sounds of the past. The stick was used to make it seem as though you have to churn the land to discover the music. The inside components are built inspired by the workings in the mill, but have been altered using my own ideas. The sound created is a way of giving the land it's own voice in this mill site, and not a replica of the sound found in the mill itself.

The video worked out being more successful then expreiencing the 'Instrument' in person. Due to a limit in time, elements in the piece were unable to be fully figured out, leaving the piece sounding rather quiet. Against the sound of the nearby wear it struggled to stand out as much as I'd hoped. This is an idea I'd hope to push further in the future. The context will be different, but with a better setting and an extended time-scale the results should be much improved.
Images From Construction

As I was dismantling the piece once it had exhibited, a 'happy accident' occurred. Removing the bricks caused the surrounding earth to collapse. This along with the box that already existed provided an interesting composition in the earth. Although man-made the new derelict art inherited the feeling of abandonment and ageing. Both factors, along with the use of removing earth to base my art I will pursue further.





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