syllagraphica news

I've sent over a whole new batch of stuff to Michael & we're working on new pieces, ultimately for a brand new exhibition in spring 2012. The next few months will be spent photographing, writing and sorting out an exhibition space. When they are ready I'll post a few of the new pieces here.

 

reynolds - new opening hours

I popped over to Reynolds first thing this morning to drop off some flyers:

If you are heading over there, they have changed their opening hours slightly, it's now 8am to 5.30pm mon-fri.

syllagraphica exhibition - more information

FitzroviaNoir

Formed in 2008 by 5 London based artists, Fitzrovia Noir has curated and produced over 20 major group shows, showcasing 150 artists to audiences of over 40,000 people in England, France & Scotland.

This show is part of a series of regularly changing exhibitions at Reynolds and here features a selection of new work make in collaboration between Fitzrovia Noir Associates, photographer Anni Timms and Writer Michael James Hall.

Anni, who works under the pseudonym UrbanEphemera, is fascinated by city scenes and street details keeping a daily photographic diary of all that she encounters. She is also an experienced photographer documenting the stage performances of bands and musicians as well as covering festivals. Her images currently feature regularly on music site RaggedWords and the UrbanEphemera site.

Michael is a scriptwriter and lyricist who works with the band Grace Cathedral Park and reviews for RaggedWords and God Is In The TV websites. His debut Solo album is in production and will be available in the autumn.

All of the pieces on show are presented as pairs with text and image integral to each other - sharing equal attention. Anni titles the photographs sending them to Michael, who then responds to each with a text piece. It is an interesting approach which moves away from the idea of caption or subtitle to create an interplay and new meanings for the viewer. For their last exhibition they reversed the process and presented the work as a projection alongside the framed printed pieces.

All work is for sale at £50 per image/text pairing. Please email syllagraphica@gmail.com

Links:

FitzroviaNoir.com

UrbanEphemera.net

GraceCathedralPark.com

MarketStallRecords.wordpress.com

exhibition poster

syllagraphica exhibition

Well, it's up! An edited version of the original exhibition has been installed in Reynolds Cafe on Charlotte Street, near Goodge Street tube station. It's a great central location with lots of people-trafffic and a good mix of creative & business crowds. For information on Reynolds click here.

Huge thanks to Lucy Williams from Fitzrovia Noir for organising this and assisting in the hang last night. Also thanks to Gary at Fizrovia Noir, Ben at Reynolds and the Reynolds girls who stayed last night while we finished the installation.

This is what it looks like in situ...

The exhibition runs until October 7th and is open from 7.30am - 5pm Monday to Friday.It's a great cafe with excellent food so if you can get down there to see the show, stop and have a coffee & some cake!

EveryOneButYou

it's a new day, bro, a new happiness

it's a hand held, a tiger's paw

and it's the rollercoaster dream you had

it's the kickstart,son, the red heartbeat

it's a quiet breath, a reach up

and it's the colour of the coast you walked

it's a kind word, sis, a true smile

it's nothing like nothing, that pencil smell

and it's graceful like a stroke of the brush

ACleanSlateABlankPage

Context is not a myth.


 

ASecondInTheCity

Why am I thinking about my legs being pulled from my body, separated at the knee, yanked loose in a flurry of flesh by unseen shadowy machinery
?
Imagine how my mother would feel - watching me with bloodied bandaged stumps, struggling to get back near where I was.
That's if I didn't die. Which I'm pretty sure I would.
It's probably similar to how your mother feels when she sees you with a cigarette in your hand, a beer in your beautiful baby mouth.

ExitStrategy#2

We used to sit in this bright, brilliant room, sundrenched and winesoaked and filled with futures.

We walked these woods watching dogs and deer and being like them, simpler than imagined.
But guess what? There's always the concrete.

TheTimesI'veLeftYou

I never remember how passionately I feel about toyu until you take off your clothes.

ScortchedEarth

These damned things press down on you like angry fists, eyes bulging, bloodshot, angry with you for what you've done, for what you didn't do, 
should have done, whatever. And all the time you're watching 
other peoples lives. You can't feel more sad or gone.

LikeItMakesADifference

Ten good Deeds. One Mistake.

IWishICouldTakeItAllBack

...ing the green bottle black wine spills my shirt touches my chest and tastes less than we said it would, but it did good we knew it would it did what we wanted it to, you did what I wanted you to but now can't rest for sense of ache, the heartbreak of morning drawing a line through me and rubbed out like, like, like nothing much and if you'd seen me now you'd never believe me then when I was bad, this is better but I sweat and I taste steel rods through your tongue and in my redraw mouth I empty everything I remember about myself into your pout and I'm out, hung, over, drawn, quartered, martyred, murdered, spent, saved, selfless, endless and reckless, I'll call you yeah.

SettingItStraight

I wish your Christmas tree would stay up all year
I wish we had a blanket bigger than the both of us
I wish your job made you happy every day
And I wish our pets would grow old with us.

I wish they never, ever cancelled Seinfeld
I wish D Boon didn't die but joined my band
I wish our parents could stay the age they are now
So when we got there we could tell them we understand

I wish foxes wore tweed jackets and polished shoes
I wish we could always have hot dogs for tea
I wish there was a god and that he would save your life
And while he was there, maybe he could save me.

TheDayAfterTheEndOfTheWorld

Living an American life up against an estate wall
slapping alleys, hospital light hallways
climb and rise, slipmat summer
stonegrey winter splinters
fall int he fall spring the spring
loose the latch and in
loose the latch and in.

TwentyEightMansions

Slow down, slow down my heart
It's not a race to the end I don't want to die

When I woke up there was your shirt on the back of my chair
Suggesting you were still in the house somewhere and
I could hear the kettle going downstairs & I
Realized there's no work today and
I met you last night in the usual place and your face
Was luminescent under the barlights
You came home with me and watched cartoons on the TV and it's
Only 57 days 'til Christmas

TheOnlyWayOutIsDown

They stick a needle the exact same size and length as a stick of rock directly into the base of your spine and then they suck out the insides of your bones.

ExAnimo

In the short corridor
I stepped forward
Slunched
Slipped my head gentle into the loop
And pulled back hard
Tightening.

ToWhomItMayConcern

 

Look, it's not that I don't care about you, I do, I just can't have a relationship right now. What we've got here is good-it's like, we hang out, we have loads of fun, there's no pressure and no, like, problems or anything.
yeah of course I do, you know I do. Just because I don't say it all the time doesn't...
I don't have a problem with that sort of thing. What can I say? I like women.
This is mental, you're being mental. Seriously you just need to calm the fuck down because this isn't attractive at all.
You know when I say I can't talk I mean it.
But I do see you. I do spend time with you.
I'm just trying to get off the phone. Say goodbye. Leave it like what? I'm fine.
I'm fine.
I'm fine.
I'm fine.
I'm fine.
You are so fucking stupid. Get out of my house.

we are syllagraphica

Michael & I started collaborating in early 2011... I've been taking street based photographs for what seems like forever & Michael had been writing poetry & lyrics for just as long. As admirers of eachothers work it seemed a natural progression to collaborate on a project that Michael entitled 'syllagraphica'.

Somtimes Michael will write in respose to my images, and sometimes he will give me pieces of text & I respond with a photograph. When the image comes first, I give Michael the title too. When the text comes first, sometimes it's the title, sometimes it doesn't need one.

We put on an exhibition in April 2011 in Lewisham, the opening night included framed pairings of prints & text & a projection piece, which was also shown at the FoxFest music & arts festival the following month. This blog aims to take the project further, a place to post our ongoing work and detail future exhibitions and events.

The next showing of our work will be at Reynolds Cafe in Charlotte Street [just around the corner from Goodge Street station] The exhibition will open on the 9th August. The cafe is gorgeous, as is the food, so if you're going to pay a visit, have a coffee and a piece of cake while you look at the exhibition.

There were 13 pieces in our original show, so I'm going to post one a day until the opening, followed by a brand new piece especially for the new show which will go online the day we hang the show, kinda like a sinister advent calendar... hope you can make it down to see our work at some point!


Anni & Michael