It’s a locally-known thing that the old industrial cranes on Bristol’s harbourside used to talk to each other. It started happening while the Industrial Museum was being transformed into the present day M Shed and many a passersby were entertained and informed about what the new museum would have inside.
A couple of years on and apparently the staff at M Shed still get asked whether the cranes are going to strike up a conversation again. As a result, one of the curators has set out to make it happen and I’m pleased to say that I’m one of the writers who has been tasked with putting together a new set of scripts for them!
I’ve been working on the final drafts and the plan is to get them up and running before the end of the year. I won’t reveal anything else yet, but instead here are a few pictures of a recent trip up in one of the cranes where we got to see things from their perspective.
(Update: I am now working on a new set of scripts especially for an upcoming exhibition at M Shed. See here for a new post all about it)
I feel drunk, except I’ve had no alcohol, only short, bittersweet glasses of tea; ubiquitous refreshment on the streets of Istanbul. It doesn’t help, however, that I’m stood up in a Dolmus, the taxi-cum-buses that chug about the city, picking up anyone anywhere who flags them down en route. My friend, Colin and I, clutch at the handrails and grin at the madness of it all as the driver bumps and jerks his way through the traffic. It’s just one more moment in a sea of experiences that have happened today and, thinking back, it’s no surprise that I feel the way I do.
First off, it was Carsamba market, with its never ending tunnels of clothes and groceries that filled up my eyes and ears with colour and chatter. Then there were the crumbling buildings of Balat that caught my imagination, an old Jewish neighbourhood, where washing lines are strung out across the streets and children roam as free as the stray cats that call the area their home. And I’m frankly still a bit fazed by the shoe-shiner who reeled us in with his thank-you-for-picking-up-my-brush routine and offered to polish our shoes out of gratitude only to snatch a 20 note from my wallet after asking for a donation. In hindsight, however, it simply added a little extra adrenalin to the mix as well as reminding me that not only am I tourist here, but a very fortunate one too.
The sheer variety of experience has been a constant as we’ve explored the ever-changing quarters of the city and by the end of each day my head has been left spinning with a heady mix of information overload and travel-inspired glee. It’s this combination that has led to such a feeling of intoxication and it’s something I know will only continue as we are dropped off at a gondola station where we await a carriage up to the Pierre Loti café overlooking the Golden Horn and the cityscape at dusk.
Tomorrow, the hangover will surely kick in as I board the plane back to England. But I’m hoping that I can take home at least some of the sense of adventure that has characterised this trip, so that I might better appreciate the colours, sights and sounds that are everywhere in my own city, albeit in a less exotic fashion. That way the trip never really ends.
(Written for the Telegraph’s ‘Just Back’ travel writing competition)
I recently signed up to IdeasTap, a creative network for people of all things artistic. I know there are countless websites out there to register and promote your creative interests, but I was impressed by the amount of resources there are on offer here including jobs, creative briefs, artist interviews and even funding applications.
I’m by no means using the site in its entirety, but it is becoming useful for opportunities and the ocassional short story competition that comes along. Recommended reading (and joining) for anyone who’s looking to develop their creative interests.
In case you haven’t visited the link at the top of the page, I think its about time that I officially introduce an ongoing project of mine, called Urban Investigator. The project charts the adventures of Leonard Luther, a fictional character, who is stalking the streets of Bristol in order to seek out what could be termed as a ‘sense of place’ about the city.
Combining historical research with descriptive writings and some abstract photography, the aim is to give readers an interpretation of the area as it is encountered by Leonard and bring to life some of the hidden stories that lie in wait in the corners of this city.
At present, he’s been exploring the streets around the Christmas Steps Arts Quarter, where some of the oldest buildings in the city still survive. Once he’s finished there, he’ll be moving on to other areas, so be sure to keep checking back for more adventures.
Click here to read the latest part.
It’s the last chance to catch the Real & Imagined Lives exhibition at M Shed in Bristol and read my piece on Kwame Kwei-Armah!
Exhibition runs until 6th January. See here for more info.
I am now featured on Ether Books! Find my work available to download at http://www.etherbooks.com/. You need to download the app first (providing you have a smartphone) and you can then search for work on the Writers page.