Milkwood Gallery and Cardiff Cycle Festival

The art.spoke.soul exhibition has been growing again. Milkwood is the final venue of theĀ  Bike Art Trail Cardiff 2012 to open its doors to cyclists for this years Cardiff Cycle Festival.

There is work by Lucy Driscoll, Eliza Southwood, Mark Robson, Lucy Freegard and more. Resident artist Sophie Elliott has begun her cycling journeys through the wet Welsh landscape from Caerphilly to Cardiff. She’ll be working towards an open evening at Milkwood Gallery on 12th July.

Places are still available for Cardiff Cycle Tours Art Trail; a ride from The Coal Exchange, along the Ely Trail, to Roath, and back through Bute Park and the Taff Trail. A conversation between myself and artist Sophie Elliott will also feature. Book through www.cardiffcycletours.com.

Come along to PrintHaus this Saturday for the Barenaked Micro Beer Festival from 2pm and see the exhibition. If you fancy riding the trail, I could lead a group from 3.30pm(ish); just turn up with a bike.

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Ghettodrome

Hark rumour outcast ghetto track,

Wood clack, rattle, quivering slat.

Orbicular ghost pedal whirrs,

Summon memory of victory cheers.

Crooked curtsy to spruce sentinel,

Abrupt celebratory firework crack,

Soft snowy silence answers offence,

Whilst night threatens overpowering pretence.

Unknown footsteps snap awake

Winter’s white recumbent state.

Stilted parapet truss ascends,

Adhering track slopes and bends.

Adoring homage to veteran majors,

Encompass curving circuit stage,

Distant races conquered, played.

Arresting ingress hinged by rubber,

Intersected ambitious artery inner.

Past summers linger on, browned,

Intruding shoots reclaiming land.

Nature’s seasoned right of way,

Moves forth over abandoned ground.

Lonely in wild December wood,

Forlorn cyclist forgotten, stands.

Ghettodrome is the result of a little side project I did whilst on residency at Arteles, Finland. The derelict velodrome in Tampere was mentioned by an artist I met and I went to check it out. The continual rain we are having here in Cardiff is a reminder of the enduring Finnish winters. This, and a feeling of isolation in the wilds inspired the poem.