Author Archives: John B Ledger
The Internet is Making Me Ill…
Winter
I Just haven’t got the resistance to comfort-seeking I used to have in aid of achieving what I had to do. Every day 5 years back, at the back end of 2010, I would go down to my studio (Elsecar, South Yorks), straight after my job, 2 train stops or 2 bus rides from whereContinue reading “Winter”
Artwork for Wear Your Band T-shirt to Work Day
This is a rarity when it comes to my way of making work, but T-shirts are up for grabs featuring a piece of work Ive made for this Friday’s (27th November) gig at The Underground, Barnsley, South Yorkshire, as part of Wear Your Band T-shirt to Work Day. Gig info below… “This Friday live @Continue reading “Artwork for Wear Your Band T-shirt to Work Day”
The Big Smoke (And Mirrors): Stories From Forgotten Space
This is a spoken word/video version of notes and mapmaking from earlier in September this year, over the weekend the Labour election leadership was decided. It is part in a series of map-making’s of meanderings and musings that coincided with decisive events for the wider society in 2015. My thoughts on the past (my past),Continue reading “The Big Smoke (And Mirrors): Stories From Forgotten Space”
“High as You Can Go” (Walking from Darton to South Leeds)
Walk out of the Barnsley area, through Staincross down to Woolley, seemingly stalked by two young men in a car, driving around beeping at me. Game playing. I’m sport, basically, for their boredom. But there’s nothing you can say or do. I’m in a cloud of enough unlocatable guilt and paranoia making me sheepish enough,Continue reading ““High as You Can Go” (Walking from Darton to South Leeds)”
Friday’s Anguish
The tipping point, on the weekly circuit of emotions. The gate has well and truly closed on the open field of youth. The gates into rites-of-passage-adulthood (property ownership -household, marriage? – as a substitute to the foreclosed horizons of a world beyond work/consume/die) neither entice me or let me in. Every time I look throughContinue reading “Friday’s Anguish”
Something So Vital always Feels out of Reach.
“I realise a miracle is due. I dedicate this melody to you. But is this the stuff dreams are made of. If this is the stuff dreams are made of. No wonder it feels like I’m floating on air. Everywhere, it feels like I’m everywhere.” – Second Skin, The Chameleons I always return to The scene within a short spaceContinue reading “Something So Vital always Feels out of Reach.”
Debtland (2015)
I’ve been on and off with the idea for this piece of work for almost 2 years now, with the initial idea for a work called Debtland coming to mind traveling to Leeds via train on a cold February night I 2014. So I’m glad I finally got around to putting it all together. Sometimes theContinue reading “Debtland (2015)”
Lost Bus Routes and Pre-Election Rambles (May 2015)
Here is a spoken word version of my May blog, Lost Bus Routes and Pre-Election Rambles. An account of myself and Michael Hill, walking around old haunts (Around South/West Yorkshire), conjuring memories, and futures of the past, on the eve of the 2015 UK General Election. Taking routes where long gone bus routes used toContinue reading “Lost Bus Routes and Pre-Election Rambles (May 2015)”
John B Ledger 