Winters in Mallorca

A whole host of exciting celebrations and interesting events during the months of January and February welcome the visitor to the Balearic Island of Mallorca .. As an occasional off-season resident familiar to the island, I am fortunate enough to have a lovely place to stay with a stunning view toward the marina at Puerto de Alcudia ..


However, I am not the first traveller to have spent ‘A Winter in Mallorca’ – as George Sand (pseudonym of Aurore Dupin, Baroness Dudevant) and her children stayed there for several months from 1838-39 with her companion and lover Frederic Chopin .. subsequently writing the classic, if somewhat critical and ethnocentric book about their trials and tribulations during those less comfortable days at the monastery in Valldemosa ..


Thanks to friends and associates in the area, I have had the opportunity to witness several of the most fascinating traditions – especially frightful is witching night in Sa Pobla, where the locals dance round bonfires till the wee hours dressed as ‘El Diablo’ and Sant Antoni – the ascetic of the desert, and patron saint of farm animals who, like the Christ, faced his own demons in the dry parched landscape of the wilderness .. The ‘night of the devils’ fiesta was first documented in Sa Pobla during the 14th century .. Watch a video ~~~~>


A unique tradition to celebrate the feast of Saint Antoni on 17th January occurs annually in the Port of Pollença, a few kilometres along the coast from Alcudia ..


Early in the morning, after the Beneïdes – a blessing of the animals, a small fleet of fishing boats heads around Cap de Formentor where they locate and chop down an enormous fir tree (a very tall pine – which they call the Pi de Sant Antoni) and after stripping it of all but the highest branches, lash it to a boat and haul it back to the port, where it is hoisted up onto the dock .. the tree is then handed over to the young men of the town who ceremoniously drag it through town ..


The event takes several hours and is accompanied by much revelry and dancing with songs and music provided by the local Xeremiers: musical troupes that consist of bagpipes (which they claim to have invented), hand-held percussion drums called ximbombades and whistles ..


A main feature of the procession is the drinking of copious amounts of Tunel Herbes, a sweet alcohol that I was, only on this occasion, liberally adding to my frequent cups of coffee ..


After much mirth and merriment we arrived through the church to the main square Plaça Vella, where everyone partakes of a traditional lunch of pa amb oli, arrengades i vi (Mallorquin for bread with olive oil, herrings and wine) ..


The tree is then raised to a stupendously eerie height of 20 metres .. The young men of the town then compete to get to the top, where a bag of sweets and money awaits – it is a difficult task and many brave souls try and fail, either by losing their nerve, sliding back down exhausted or more often, being dragged off the tree by their friends and fellow climbers .. however the one conquistador who finally achieves the feat gains the bragging rights to remind everyone for the next year who got to the top of the Pi Antoni ..


December heralds the annual parade of giants through Alcudia – the old town proper on the hill, with its Roman ruins, Moorish walls and fabulous Sunday market ..


The family-friendly event marks a social revolution and commemorates the handing over rule of the town from royalty to landed gentry and elected officials .. here we see giants representing each of the traditional trades and craftspeople of the region as they march through the streets demanding the right to determine their own laws and be compensated with fair economic exchange for their learned skills ..


Accompanied once again by the Xeremiers in local costume and colours, the giants proceed through the narrow streets, past boutiques and cafes that fill with locals and tourists as they swarm en masse toward the main square .. (rather like the newly-established Derby Quad event which you can see by scrolling down to the next page)


Eventually, the giants arrive at the Town Hall to stage their re-enacted protest and claim the right of self-governance – here represented by the giant mayor and his wife .. after the obligatory speeches by the actual prominent figures of the town council there is more song and dance before everyone descends on the plaza restaurants for lunch ..


January 5th sees a colourful flotilla of boats that announce the arrival of the Three Kings in the Port of Alcudia – marking the visit of the Magi, the astrologers from the East who followed the North Star to find the young Jesus and bestow gifts upon this ‘chosen one’ ..


However, the most enjoyable days out are often in simply discovering the natural scenery of the island .. one of my favourite regions can just be seen in this picture as the ‘twin plateaus’ of a massive cloister of peaks ..


I often looked upon this mountain at sunrise from the north terrace of the penthouse I stayed in one recent winter in Mallorca, and considered scaling the heights ..


The Tramuntana Mountains range across the northern coast and have stunning and seemingly inaccessible peaks and valleys where through the strenuous effort of climbing and hiking one is rewarded with panoramic views of the beautiful island, and can gaze down upon the tourist towns famous for their magnificent beaches and hedonistic nightlife ..


Although getting back to the apartment on the beach at the end of the day was always a treat .. sharing with friends the sunsets and sunrises, caliente pan and cheese, a bottle of roja vin and a cool evening on the terrace ..

HeART of Scotland

As some of you may be aware, I have been in Scotland recently, with the implicit intention of moving to the West Coast – yes, it’s time again for a change. I’ve never lived in any place for more than six years, and I have been residing in Derby for 5 years now .. my internal clock is ticking with an anxious fury .. and I miss having a calming sea view .. no, it isn’t always cloudy, really ..


While in the area, I have been familiarising myself with Glasgow – Europe’s first ‘City of Culture’ .. naturally that includes visiting Kelvingrove Museum and Art Gallery .. an enormous and magnificent example of elaborate Victorian architecture, incorporating style from Spanish Baroque, especially the towers which were based on the church of Santiago de Compostela – originally opened with great fanfare in 1902, it was actually visited by the ‘Grandmother of Europe' herself ..
The Museum was designed in the pre-automobile-congested age and was intended to be approached from the path through the park, so this is actually the rear of the building ..


Here we see the cavernous West Wing with its juxtaposed ‘natural life’ and ‘Spitfire’ exhibits forcing a recontextualisation of the human role in our eternally evolving world of extinct creatures and creations ..


One of the main attractions of the Gallery is Salvador Dali’s ‘Christ of St John of the Cross’ .. this imposing and exciting piece is placed at the end of a long corridor, drawing visitors toward it high above the main gallery ..


Here’s a pic from the Museum website that shows more detail ..


In this picture it is possible to see the damage unfortunately inflicted by an apparently less-than-impressed knife-wielding visitor in 1961 ..


Alongside such luminaries as Monet, Pissaro, Gauguin, Seurat, Cezanne, Matisse and Renoir is the ‘Portrait of Alexander Reid’ by Vincent Van Gogh .. which, in my occasionally less than humble opinion was the stand-out piece in the ‘French Impressionist’ collection (apparently it qualifies for having been painted while the artist was staying in France) .. Although I am not a great admirer of representational art, the swirling of colour around the left eye is remarkable – who else of the period would have thought to include short sharp brushstrokes of green, red, orange, lilac and blue to create an overall effect of natural light and shadow on the face of his London art dealer? .. apologies, as no photo can do the work justice ..


The ‘Expression’ area of the East Wing is home to the hanging heads of Sophie Cave – the designer who installed these fun, flamboyant and frightening pieces following refurbishment of the building in 2006 ..


One of the places I have been visiting regularly, due to possible future commitments, is Glasgow University .. I was fortunate enough to attend a conference and interview with French philosopher Alain Badiou ..
Here, one of the towers of the historic buildings rises high above Kelvingrove Park ..


I will be updating as regularly as I can while I take my sabbatical in Scotland .. I have been offered a temporary position in a lovely little town along the coast, and look forward to a summer of peaceful contemplation, designing a new art collection, writing for publication and research for my expected return to graduate studies .. The future may be uncertain, but from my current perspective it looks like it will be filled with adventure, cultural highs, exciting new places to visit and interesting people to meet ..

Old Knows Penultimate Exhibit

This weekend sees the penultimate event at Old Knows Studios in Nottingham .. I am honoured to have been part of this terrific collective of artists for even a short time ..

Stay tuned for information about the Cold War show being exhibited at Deda in Derby next year .. and about the final event showing at Old Knows, 'Closure' .. http://www.oldknows.co.uk

The Lady's Secret Garden

My Hogmanay trip to Scotland has been quite an interesting venture .. I am staying at my mother’s house, with this fabulous view of the highest town hall tower in the UK and a stunning view over the River Clyde ..

Additionally, I have been doing a bit of research on the family history and visiting the site of the castle I once lived in .. unfortunately it was torn down in the mid-eighties due to disrepair and squatters having moved in, only to be replaced by rather bland apartments .. However, as the entire area was once owned by a gentleman named Robert Wallace, the street still carries reminders of an era of the landed gentry of ancestry ..


I am fascinated by the local history, and the man who once ruled over these lands was a devoted husband who lost his wife too soon .. In life she refused to enter the magnificent castle he had built, instead preferring to live and receive guests in the smaller, but still grand manor house perched precariously on the edge of the cliff ..

Following her death her husband had a series of elevated landscaped gardens built between the house she refused to leave and her crypt high on the hillside above .. Although even then overgrown with brambles and briars, I had played in the woods behind the house when I was a child ..

Returning recently, I investigated the story behind the final resting place of this obviously important individual by first trying to re-locate the ancient tomb .. However I met with no success, and so visited the regional planning department for a discussion on the development of the area which is now becoming an overflow suburb for wealthy commuters ..

One of the town planners who himself lived in the seaside community assured me no such mausoleum existed on the plans and they had not seen it during the many preparatory excavations .. There had been several ‘holes in the wall’ although they had been filled in when the area was developed for residential zoning, so I was told .. I visited the local library to research the property deeds and after several dead ends and cul-de-sacs encountered an intriguing story of broken hearts, lost loves and secret gardens ..



Along with my young friends, we ‘discovered’ the tomb by crawling through a hole in the wall along a small dirt path that was built to shelter the area from curiosity-seekers and retain the boundaries of the hunting grounds. At that time we had no idea who was buried in the mossy grave, however it was a place which I often wondered about while I spent many years abroad ..


Once again, I returned to the windswept cliffs and this time found the old dirt track .. I made my way into the forest that remained untouched and searched for the elusive tomb .. Imagine my delight when I stepped into a shady clearing in the thick woods high above the stormy bay to be surprised by the sight of the extraordinary hidden tomb tucked away in this magical playground of my youth ..

Having kept itself hidden from observation by diggers, builders, surveyors and residents, the geometrically perfect crypt was revealed to me as though awaiting my return all these years later .. Interestingly, the smaller and less significant tomb he had made for himself alongside hers was designed in the shape of the central piece of the ‘Darwin meets Noah’ sculpture I originally created about 10 years later, which you can see on this page ..

After a survey of the archetypal form and its wondrous façade, a lingering gaze out to sea from the heights of the hilltop and a couple quick snaps of the tomb for posterity, I took my place in the nearby tree, with it’s curved seat shaped as a swing for those who would share a moment in contemplation with the lady of the manor ..

Although the elegantly walled structure has seen its share of vandalism and impropriety, the woman who gave her time in life to the locals is resting peacefully within to this day ..


And her memory lives on with me, while my own spirit still wanders among these magnificent wave-battered boulders .. the place where I skipped stones and climbed along the seafront .. as a young lad growing up in such magnificent surroundings I was gifted with a sense of the quest for history and adventure that has stayed with me ..

Up & Coming Website Now On-Line

After much anticipation and subdued fanfare, the Up & Coming website is on-line .. here you can browse the artists and musicians who were involved in the exhibition at Liverpool's Contemporary Urban Centre in July 2007 ..

Here's what they said about me ..

"Wallace’s interests include diamonds, nanotubes and interpreting the geometry of rainbows. Psychedelics and algebraic formula mingle contributing to an informed synergism within his art; a mosaic of possibilities, a pastiche of ancient symbols, a genetic tableau of function.

Utilising acrylic, fabrics, metal and foam, and traditional skills – drawing, sewing, welding and sculpting, Wallace attempts to evoke the past while acknowledging the present, to suggest the possibility of a future based on a shared knowledge of signs; sacred and profane."

I am listed in the U-Z section, and am very pleased to have been involved in this terrific show .. many thanks to Crawley and Ali and all those who arranged and took part in the exhibit at this fabulous new Novas Scarman gallery and community arts centre across from the Albert Dock in the Capital of Culture. Go on have a look ..

http://www.upandcoming.org/

Christmas Island at Big Blue

Island life came to Derby this past weekend with the bang of Christmas crackers .. it was a shame we lost our video artist for the evening, but hey, I did enjoy making the palm tree for the mini-set behind the performers ..


This wasn't only a poetry gig for me, which would have made the experience more enjoyable personally, rather it was something I had to do - something I had wanted to do in various forms for many years but never got around to - writing this piece as both personal undertaking and an attempt to create a composite image of the generation that witnessed these events ..

Since my dad passed away the Xmas on Christmas Island poem became more a response to my own feelings about him and a tribute perhaps, to my father and the other men and their families who were involved in the first British Hydrogen bomb tests of the late 50s, and so became more than a documentary video of an historic event .. but I still wanted to keep an element of lightness, of simplicity about it ..

Due to it's personal nature and my own emotional response, the piece was late in coming to fruition, including visits to various sites, leafing through old maps, trawling video and pictoral evidence of the events, as well as digging up memories on the sandy beaches of my youth - I have printed only a few excerpts here from the longer narrative .. but I hope I have managed to express some of the multiple facets of this complex and unresolved issue in this personal performance poetry piece ..

Naturally, a Big Thank You to all those who made an appearance .. both in front of the mic, and as part of the audience .. it was good to see a few new faces as well as the usual terrific audience of Derby poets and promenaders.

Spoken Words

This weekend I dropped into Baby J Studios in Derby for a little recording session in anticipation of the Xmas Island evening at Big Blue ..


Watch and listen to this space .. for the upcoming premiere of a couple tracks ..

Cold War!

Cold War - an Actual Wall exhibition, at the Old Knows Factory Building, Anns Hill Road, Nottingham, NG3 4GP ..


I will be previewing a new piece of specially created themed artwork, as will these other fine artists; all members or associates of the OK studio group .. The preview will be Friday, December 5th .. should be a terrific evening with nibbles and wine for all who attend .. I hope to see you there.

Xmas on Christmas Island !

Exemplar Art presents an evening with Rhythm and Blue ..

A Spoken Word Live Music Presentation
commemorating the Festive Season and
50th anniversary of the first British H-Bomb tests
on Kiritimati .. Christmas Island!

Hope to see you there at BIG BLUE COFFEE located on Sadler Gate in Derby
Saturday, December 6th from 7:30 pm

Party Time

This past weekend those in the know in the Regional 'Scene' were at Big Blue for Fierce's Party Time gig .. a well-attended eclectic event of spoken word mixed with acoustic song, thumping bass and drums .. a mixed bag of artists, musicians and poets got together to make something happen .. all in, it was a sparkling night with much music, merry and mirth ..

Fierce in Motion ..

Jo Lewis was not only stunningly attired, but played a lyrically uplifting set of quirky melodies ..

Jonezy performed with Health and Safety Executive in a stunning and rapturish session that heard the fastest delivery and coolest guitar of the night ..

Naturally, my appearance included a couple nervously performed new pieces in Rio and She Left Me .. be there for the emotional outbursts of December 6th ..

The audience was enthusiastic and into the groove .. everyone stayed till the end, and that's a good sign .. haha .. many thanks also go to Ashley Smith for the sound system and synch stuff ..

Remember to put Saturday, December 6th at 8pm in your diary for the performance of Xmas on Christmas Island or "Daddy's gone AWOL" .. details to follow ..