Please to introduce my new work ‘Hell has too many faces’ Possibly the most idiotic thing I have ever made. But I shouldn’t fear making idiotic blunders. No artist should.
Author Archives: John B Ledger
I thought it was nostalgia…
…and maybe it is? In Laura Grace Ford’s words (I think?) maybe I am also ‘always yearning for a time that has just eluded us’ as I see images of urban architecture that still existed around the time of the financial crash 15 years ago, but before each subsequent crisis, fracturing and dislocating our graspContinue reading “I thought it was nostalgia…”
Jurassic Park 30 years on: the gates to ‘The End of History’
Of late I’ve more or less accepted that I’m unqualified to write even lazy cultural theory. Much to my frustration, and after realising I was applying for a Phd I couldn’t do, I’ve come to accept that I’ll never get a job in teaching or writing about something that interests me so much. In partContinue reading “Jurassic Park 30 years on: the gates to ‘The End of History’”
1996
I can’t come to terms with the fact it’s 27 years ago. It’s my fault, I guess, for getting stuck in this amber. Although I cannot be held responsible for the formation of the amber itself, I need to accept some responsibility for getting so stuck, and in turn unstuck from the world as itContinue reading “1996”
The Ever-aftermath
‘The Ever-aftermath’ (2023).
In praise of service stations
You side-step yourself here, becoming a spectral spectator – observing with no fixed identity abode. It isn’t just a physical hinterland, but a psychological hinterland: in-between the inner turmoil. Shelter from the digital rain of micro-instructions that bodysnatch our mouths; muttering a thousand million choices of direction – commands to constantly become more, to doContinue reading “In praise of service stations”
Meditations on escape
I took these photos over 10 years ago, in inefficient pumps my feet could no longer tolerate – trying, in a repeated fashion, to see how far I could walk it to the horizon on ‘the tops’. Today I’m up there, on the top, walking the very boggy old Yorkshire/Cheshire border, up to ‘Dead EndContinue reading “Meditations on escape”
‘My Frontier’
. If I could almost remain entirely still, like one of the rare monoliths in this landscape, I may finally find myself moving. I was in a state of static panic – the plea for an airlift out of an embodiment had become frenzied. “Down there” the onslaught of micro-instructions just got too intense. AndContinue reading “‘My Frontier’”
Out of time/into time
On the first day of trying to make the ascent I didn’t even get out of the car. But there was enough time to stare out the window at the towering blackened slopes of Longdendale. to somehow see my life reflected. A story lyrically chaptered by this ascent – through the leafy foothills, the barrenContinue reading “Out of time/into time”
Escaping the weekend carnage
My experience of Mental illness has been of being stuck in a space with your own thoughts about yourself, self-consumed thoughts, swirling around and around with fluctuating ferocity. The words ‘self-consumed’ will likely produce little sympathy, yet all of my writings, all of my doings have been saying one thing, ‘help, I want to escape this’, overContinue reading “Escaping the weekend carnage”
John B Ledger 