Gweir In Chains In Spiral House

Imps Of Spiral House

Mycellion

Elves & Dryads By Moonlight

The Voice Project, Restated

When I set up The Voice Project (Visionary Art) page on Facebook, I wrote a summary of the project which was a useful restatement of the ethos and my intentions. Here it is...

The Voice Project is a two year project from Bruce Rimell. It is an attempt to do several things, all at once.

1. To seek out, hear and experience the Visionary and Imaginal Voice of the Island of Britain from ancient times to the modern day, and to come to know it as an ally. This land wants its voice heard, but it wants to be asked. It will not give up its treasures freely, but seeks one who loves it. I am the asker and I am the lover.

2. To wind the Island of Britain into the wider Global Visionary Nexus like some kind of Crazy Magic Miller Man. This island has unique and powerful visionary treats to share with the new emerging culture, but for now the people are trailing behind other nations, cultures and landscapes.

3. To unite ancient and modern, rural and urban, magic-sacred and mundane-profane in one consciousness - mine/ours, I and the land unified - and come to know the soul of this land truly. To speak to an entire island and not be sent screaming into the hills. At least, not for more than a little while.

4. To sketch and sketch and paint and paint as the process unfolds, and to trust in this process as it unfolds, wherever and however it takes me. To become a vessel for that Voice.

5. To render all of this into a Grande Art Vision, worthy of the sacred and creative beauty that is this Island. Thirteen panels. Fifty feet across and six feet tall. A new Bayeaux Tapestry. Big task. [edit: it's now more likely to be thirty three feet across - format changes]

6. To exhibit that Grande Art Vision on this Island, and invite anyone and everyone to... Come And See...

Ley Network

Switch - A Guide For The Journey

So it was
That I was
Dreamin’ that I got a switchblade in my throat
And that somehow I didn’t die
But I died still anyway somehow

And I was walking the streets of London
At night, in the darkest part,
The heart of Hackney
No one to back me up,
No one was there for me, but
That didn’t matter
Cos I was already dead

I was a dead man called Switch
Chanting dark words of initiation
And thoughts of initialisation
The beginnings of encapsulation

I was feelin’ the feelings of healing
The first steps of realisation
The urban heat heartbeat inside
As the first moment of idealisation

And these are the words that I spoke
In my heart to myself
Walkin’ street with myself

Switch says ‘Walk’
And Switch says ‘Wake up’
Switch says ‘How?’ and ‘When if not now?’

Switch says ‘Ride’
And Switch stays ‘High’
Switch says ‘Speak, before you can Fly’

Switch says ‘I’m gonna
Fuck you right up’
And Switch says ‘I’m gonna
Put you back up’

Switch says ‘Together
And we are gonna Talk’
Switch says ‘How?’ and ‘When if not now?’

Switch says ‘I’m gonna
Switch you in the throat (haa!)’
And Switch says ‘I’m gonna
Cut your eyes open’

Switch says ‘I’m gonna
Make you see the Voice’
Switch says ‘How?’ and ‘When is not Now’

Switch says ‘I’m gonna
Make you be the Voice’
Switch says ‘How?’ and ‘When is not Now’

Switch says ‘You remember
Being Torn Apart?’
And Switch says ‘I’m gonna
Rip you to the Heart’

Switch says ‘Urban walker
Come and walk with me’
And Switch says ‘How?’ and ‘When if not now?’

Switch says ‘Brother,
Come and wake the fuck it up’
And Switch says ‘I’m gonna
Wait the cut you the fuck up’

Switch says ‘Brother,
This is the first step’
And Switch says ‘Now!’ cos ‘When and not How’

Switch says ‘Brother,
Yeah take the first steps’
And Switch says…