Park6 have finished ‘The Green Man’. A 13 minute film about a man and his winter solstice tradition. In an isolated rural hamlet in Northern Cumbria John battles the elements to bring joy and beauty to his country kitchen…
Park6 took some images for Tranquilo Landscapes as they put the final touches to a job in Portishead.
Tranquilo Landscapes was formed in 2010 by Olly Sharpe and is a small, client-focused company based in Bristol that designs and builds exceptional outdoor spaces.
Park6 are working with poet Robert Minhinnick on a film project ‘Mouth to Mouth’ which will be based around a suite of poems that evoke the landscapes of South Wales between the rivers Ogmore and Kenfig.
A little film set to the track ‘Ballad of the Pines’ by Jonathan Wilson. The footage is from the first weekend of Jan 2013, a group of friends in an isolated house on the banks of the Rio Brazo Largo, Entre Rios province, Argentina.
Sun breaking through the clouds above the city of Mendoza, Argentina, the Andes in the background. Taken in January this year.
Lower Woods in South Gloucestershire. A beautiful area of ancient woodland. This shot was taken pointing the camera straight at the sun. A silhouette X.
A short clip from an interview with Decima Minhinnick. Here she talks about a trip up in Alan Cobham’s plane.
I bought an ice cream from the place with the cardboard cut-out of Carlos Gardel (he sings better every day), on the corner of Jorge Luis Borges and Paraguay. I’d just returned from Retiro where large puddles from the recent hailstorm lay still on the platforms. The sun was breaking through and I caught a glimpse of my own reflection in the windows of ‘Kim y Novak’ the only “real” dive bar in Palermo. I counted 34 windscreens smashed as I made my way back to Calle Arevalo. I decided to call in at 2378 to see the after effects of the storm for myself. The plastic picnic table I’d bought from ‘Easy’ was riddled with holes and a bird lay dying out of reach on the roof next door.
I went out again. I followed a line of pink and purple Jacarandas all the way through Villa Crespo to Parque Los Andes. Only the newest cars had their windscreens shattered. All the old models, held together by bits of wire, had their glass intact. The cobblestones were drying out around the park and the flea market was busy again. A man inspected an alarm clock before parting with his 5 pesos. On the next stall a framed photograph showed a man hanging from a sprawling vista of the city.
Soon all the clouds had gone and it was getting hot again. I passed an old pharmacy that was being torn down. The blue and white walls exposed by the demolition recreated the colours of the Argentine flag. A dog appeared on a nearby terrace and barked down at me until I moved on. “Qué barbaridad!” said an old man who appeared from a passageway sweeping broken branches across the pavement and into the street.
Words and images by Eamon Bourke.
A portrait shot of our Lucy in San Telmo, Buenos Aires.