Here’s a 2 minute film of some footage I shot of the Dunwich area on the South Coast of England – an inspiration for one of Lovecraft’s most famous of stories. I am pleased to say that, despite very rough editing (crap software I say) and a self-set creation time of only 3 hours, this film has gained praise elsewhere in the darkest corners of the web, with over 200 people viewing it through myspace alone, and 2027 people viewing my Lovecraft material on a Lovecraft-based forum.
To download it, click on the above link, then scroll down the page and click the FREE button. Then scroll down the subsequent page and enter the combination of bold letters/numbers shown in the empty box underneath. Click on the button, then on the next page, click on the download button ¾ down the page.
I am about to post some work that roughly correlate with Lovecraftian themes, so I thought I’d give my own interpretation/summary of H. P. Lovecraft’s works. The aim is to show people unfamiliar with his work exactly what cultural reference points I’m referring to. It’s not necessary to read this bumph, but I think it adds an element of understanding behind the work. This is the only time that I think I’ll attempt to explain my reasoning behind my work, so embrace!
Howard Phillips Lovecraft was an American horror/fantasy writer who died in the 1930’s. Clearly not as well known as Poe, Stoker, Shelley, etc., nor a particularly skilled writer, and often xenophobic in his writings (a sign of his times perhaps?). So why is he still remembered and revered? Its because of the worlds he created. Like authors such as Tolkien and Pratchett after him, he created his own grim reality (or Mythos) – peopled with strange, often galactically huge, and horrific tentacled creatures who crashed through space to Earth near the beginning of its creation. Still under the sea, these amphibian monstrosities would sometimes surface in isolated fishing ports to drag its inbred sailors and families into the murky depths, and either tear them apart or convert them to acolytes who pray to them (a bit like bible belt Christians, really). The King of these particular Earth-bound Old Ones is undoubtably the great Cthulhu. A great, giant behemoth of a creature – almost too big for this earth – who sleeps in an underwater cavern, deep in the bowels of the earth’s core, waiting for the day to rise again and destroy/enslave humanity. Among the many other colourful creatures Lovecraft created are the vicious Dagon and the mysterious Shub Niggurath – the Goat Mother With a Thousand Young (more like a tentacled cloud of flesh), and other hideous monstrosities.
Famous stories include The Dunwich Horror, which was made into a film in the 1960’s, that dealt with strange, greenish sea-folk in a remote village (who were inbred with fish-like alien ancestors). His work, though often rough around the edges and formulaic in structure, was clearly ambitious, genuinely frightening, and memorably original. As such, he has since become revered as one of America’s top cult authors of the early 20th Century – though a largely unsuccessful pauper in his own time.
I’ve been a very strong fan of his stories for the past 18 years, when I first read an article about his legacy in a sci-fi magazine (which I’ve since sold on ebay – doh!).
Please google him for more information (there’s a lot out there about his own strange life – wikipedia is a good starting point), and I strongly recommend you grab the nearest compendium of his bizarre stories from your local library.
This sort-of homage to Gilbert and George details a dying fly’s last moments of consciousness, before its lowly essence slips down to the great below. Fly shots taken at Gayton Thorpe church. The rest? A secret. Part of the manifesto node: Death.
Nope, not the lead singer of Joy Division busting a groove, but a fly being called to buzz around the heads of people at the pearly gates. We see such dying flies all the time, and pay no heed to them at all. Seen up close, this image struck me as a strange reminder of all the little things happening around us all the time that we take no notice of whatsoever. Part of the manifesto node: Death.
‘A Final Crawl Through The Valley of Death’. April 2007.
Part of the manifesto node: Death.
I captured this green insect’s last moments on the windowsill of the Gayton Thorpe round tower church, from which my dear Mum’s grave is nearby. I sat in the church for a while, listening to nothingness and peace, when my eye was drawn to this spot. Most of the flies were dead, others dying (see elsewhere), but this green insect was wading right through the field of bodies and agony until it could walk no longer.
“A Starving Culture”. April 2007. Here’s a few simple t-shirt designs I’ve been messing around with that delve into popular youth culture, young people’s dumb submission to peer pressure, and convenient americanised absent-mindedness. If anyone’s interested, I am selling limited edition high-quality XL-only tshirts of the above 3 designs, £20.01 each (don’t forget the 1p mmkay?). Just contact me thru the usual channels. I take Paypal. Blah de-blah.