Monday, 7 December 2009

The performance of a dialogue from forthcoming feature "Nervous Man".

Tensions are running high as Nervous Man talks to a girl in a dream. Losing his own voice to hers he becomes lost.

Sunday, 6 December 2009

What Nervous Man Likes To Watch On Telly

a pinkish man saying "A cowboy Nietzsche if you will" slowed to 1/4 speed.

Nervous Man Stills

"hey baby, where are you? You sound far away."

"I can forgive, but I just can't fogret


Stills from a forthcoming video project entitled Nervous Man
first party confirmation

telephone and video installation

provisionally titled "pick up lines No.2" this installation allowed viewers to experience video works including "Hot, Sweet Cow-Girl" and "Lie To Me" as intended, with the audio aspect played through telephones.

Really Sad Bubble Bob

Now, Bob was a good straight boy to begin with, but there was bad
blood In him
; someway he got into the bad thoughts and that leads straight to
Devil's work, just like marijuana leads to heroin; you think you can take
Them thoughts or leave 'em, do you?
Just save a few for your bad days

Well, now, we all have those bad days when you can't think for shit.

The more of them thoughts you use, the more bad days you have without
So it comes down finally to all your days being bad without the thoughts
It's all or nothing
Time to stop chippying around and kidding yourself,
Kid, you're hooked, heavy as lead

And that's where old Bob found himself
Out there at the crossroads
Molding the Devil's will
Now a man figures it's his will, so it will
Do what he wants it to do
But it don't always work that way.

Saturday, 28 November 2009

Hot, sweet cow-girl

"Hot, sweet cow-girl" By Jack King-Spooner

Starring Eleanor Duggan

Gay Rodeo had its beginnings in 1976 at the National Reno Gay Rodeo in Nevada. Over the next eight years local rodeo associations were formed in Colorado, Texas, California, and Arizona. In 1985, these four Gay Rodeo Associations along with Oklahoma founded the IGRA. From these beginnings, the IGRA has spread the Rodeo spirit across the United States and into Canada.

Through a Convention of its Member Associations, the IGRA has evolved a code of fellowship and good sportsmanship including the provision of standardized rules and resources for the production of rodeo events. IGRA-sanctioned rodeos are hosted by local associations each year and culminate in an IGRA Finals Rodeo where the top 20 contestants in each event compete for the title of IGRA International Champion. The IGRA has expanded its enrichment activities to include social Country & Western activities. Throughout the year, the regional associations sponsor dance competitions in preparation for the IGRA's annual International Dance Competition featuring the best men and women dancers from across the country.


I do it to kill

Telephone Installation No.1 "Call me"

Hearts will never be practical until they are made unbreakable. There are as many nights as days, and the one is just as long as the other in the year's course.
Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word 'happy' would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness.
Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation. Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source.
It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.
For of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, "It might have been!"

Monday, 23 November 2009

Tease Me (unused video)

"left handed net browsing"

Tease me, tease me
Tease me, tease me baby
Till I lose control
Tease me with your love
Until I lose control
Take all my body
And soul, oh girl

It's like striking goal,
Catching a big fish
Yes, you are on top
Of my woman's list
Second to none

Saturday, 21 November 2009

Lie To Me (video for telephone Installation no. 2)

video by: Jack King-Spooner & Eleanor Taylor-Davis

"I lost my whole life and a dear friend...

...I had to make a choice that was not mine,
I had to say goodbye for the last time...

...I'll always keep you inside..."

song by "Shinedown". I thought they really added a tackiness to the video.

Tuesday, 10 November 2009


“ I was on Zanex, I was on Valium, I was on Prozak, Lorezepam, I tried everything. I didn’t like it; the medication, made me dizzy, made me restless, made me gain weight. More than that I didn’t trust Dr Reynolds. He thought I was depressing, he was thinking things about me at least, he said I was “in good health”. All I wanted was him to tell me what was wrong, is wrong. Something is wrong.”
“If I could have any super power? Hmm? That would have to be green, wax crayon green. My favourite animal? I like chocolate cake, like Colin McKenzie’s mum used to make. She said she used beer in the icing! I couldn’t believe that. If I had to be one of the elements I’d be red wine, Montepulciano de abruzo. My favourite food would be that I could fly high above everything just looking down on it all and the colour I relate to most is seahorses, except they have such sad, sad faces. My favourite drink is the earth, I like being close to the ground”
“this is getting stupid, why are they all waiting outside? What have I done to deserve this? Nothing that’s what, I’ve done nothing. I’ve done nothing all my days, I don’t even leave my room hardly. I fear I am becoming nothing. I can only just remember when I was well, it seems like such a time ago now. It seems like a dream that I was well once, maybe a false memory. Maybe I read as a child that someone else was well once and now I think that someone is me”

“I count down the days I’ve got left. I know that the end’s the same for me as it is for you. I dream about my parents, they’ve been gone 7 years now. I’m with them in dreams. Less these days. But when father died, he didn’t look like a real person he wasn’t the person I had hoped to see. After he had been gone, even after some time I saw him… when I was awake. Lord knows I miss them”.
“This is a thought within a thought, a dream within a dream. Nothing means nothing means nothing. How dare you believe in GOD, what God is cruel enough to put us here with the powers of free will and reasoning? Surely no one can be real, how can they be when everything is always absurd. I think that they are all robots, or witches or working together for some reason that only I don’t know……. Nothing is real.”
“Last night I was dreaming of her. She was writing so fast that it was unreadable, just scribbles on pages and pages of paper. When I went to stop her … it was me sitting writing and her trying to stop me. But what I was writing was too important to stop. I turned to her to tell her this but she had all but left the room. She kept on peeking around the door frame at me, terrified, as if I was a monster. I got up and she screamed a silent scream. I looked at my reflection and I was a monster.”
I’ve been interested in what’s happening, what’s going on outside. One always has this question, Why am I here? The answer always keeps itself safe. I can perfectly well stay around for years but I can’t really get anything done because I just don’t know what I’m meant to do.
I have to start smiling as soon as I start looking at her. ( of a picture ) I said when, she left “you know you have to come back, I have to die in your arms“. I was very fond of her. She was such a dear friend.
Hold on. Where have I put it? The agonies of being so habitual. I don’t like being messed about like this. Someone must’ve come in and moved it. Oh, I’m sitting on it.
I don’t think I want to go to Heaven, if it exists that is. I don’t want to go to hell of course but if there is an after life then I want to go where the animals go, where all the old pets go. I imagine that all the flowers and trees go there as well. This is where I want to go.
I’ll be your shadow, I’ll be your needle
I’ll read the stars, I’ll tell the future in my head,
I’ll lose a number, I’ll steal your flowers.
I’ll cry for hours, until my face goes bloody red.
I was your dildo, I was the star of your play. I was your lover, I was your man all the way, you know you hurt me…
I sat by bin bags, I forgave Judas
I smoked my future, I spoke with lonely winter winds.
I drank a virgin, I sucked on lemon
I spat out oil and I’m more bitter than all my friends.

Monday, 9 November 2009

watch me as i disappear

between god and the devil

it aint that she lied, it's just I can't believe her no more. I got it wrong.