glide ii


jotta / intel project 02 - the persistence of memory

using after effects shape layers, bevelling, randomization and keyframed paths to draw in paint-strokes and amorphous forms that fade and blur in and out


a constantly-changing digital canvas filled with dreamlike forms in various stages of clarity


video sketch reel

with drawings of varying quality from arran ridley, theodoros giannakis, petros moris and me

live video sketching

with arran at auto italia for the final episode of lucky pdf tv

then everything technical kind of broke down and it was awkward for a long time

dream 8

we had a baby girl who could speak by the age of 2 months. she was very sweet and never cried, even when we had a party and people kept drunkenly slamming doors to find the toilet. a worrying dream



jotta / intel project 01 - the persistence of memory

beginning a high-definition video triptych based around dali's 'the persistence of memory'.

drawing on the ephemeral and enigmatic qualities in dreaming that dali was inspired by, digital 'paint' will descend, curl into forms, settle into semi-recognisable arrangements before slowly melting offscreen. the effect of watching the three portrait-oriented videos together may be that forms naturally coincide or appear to make sense fleetingly, approximating the brain's own impressive application of logic and authenticity to its own twitching electrical impulses while in a dream-state.


scrappy compilation of recent stuff


frieze art fair 2010

live video/audio performance with felix (and mari!)

photos by lucy, she did some nice resovision idents too

L_A_N party

friday 29th october at c.a.m.p basement
plus a screening of my short film lux laze and arran ridley's teenage dog game at 9.30!

from luckypdf - auto italia live




riff screening

November 4th - 22.30
International Rome Film Festival
Special Event - L’Altro Cinema | Extra
Auditorium Parco della Musica - Rome
curated by Lorenzo Gigotti and Valerio Mattioli



aerial view of woman lying face down on a rural hill at twilight. lying inside a huge fabric bag, holding onto the rim with the main body extending above her head, almost like lying on the pillow of a huge sleeping bag. then see her speeding across the ground on it, down rocky escarpments and across valleys. wonder why she isn't getting hurt. keep seeing passenger planes in the distance. then she stops at a certain point and a plane arcs towards her, getting very close to the ground. realise she is purposely in the flightpath. when the plane passes just over her the engine suddenly pumps the balloon of her device with hot air and sends her hurtling high up into the air at hundreds of miles per hour. she manages to hold on just with her hands and swoops and flies around.

in a city. strange things happening, lots of altercations with people, huge tension in the air. one boy with powers says he wants to try to help, so we go with a woman to a field and he crouches down. the strange fuzzy dislocated look to the world disappeared and we were happy it was normal again for now



resovision @ frieze

part of a 30 minute programme for resonance fm's 'resovisivion' thing at frieze art fair

also channel idents -



L_A_N magazine

fundraising advert for the next issue of my friend veronica's huge sci-fi/fashion/technology/art magazine l_a_n.
you can donate here - there are good incentives too: http://kck.st/bZxN9I

issue 1:

mia / diplo

an unreleased mia track over one of my gifs - http://4thepeopleontheboat.com/


on the surface of solaris

It was like looking at the ruins of an ancient town, a Moroccan city tens of centuries old, convulsed by an earthquake or some other disaster. I made out a tangled web of winding sidestreets choked with debris, and alleyways which fell abruptly towards the oily foam that floated close to the shore. In the middle distance, great battlements stood intact, sustained by ossified buttresses. There were dark openings in the swollen, sunken walls — traces of windows or loop-holes. The whole of this floating town canted to one side or another like a foundering ship, pitched and turned slowly, and the sun cast continually moving shadows, which crept among the ruined alleys. Now and again a polished surface caught and reflected the light.