Cryptid sighting 🦗
An animation using thermal receipt paper
Last week I spent some time at this lochan, it’s perched on a ridge in the Crianlarich Hills and feels a bit like a fortress with its steep rocky sides. The fog was down for the two days, so it began to become an eerie liminal space. Somewhere you may come across creatures of folklore…
Each of these 10 self-portrait frames were remotely captured, edited, thermally printed onto receipt paper, scanned back in and animated.
Ephemeral evidence 🧌
*scuttling noises*
I feel my art the most when a form of extremity is involved. Discomfort, disgust, fear. Ferality, freedom, “connectedness”.
Here is a continuation of: bones, human as creature, creature as nature.
It’s good to be back out in the mountains with a functional foot and able to create again, feeling blessed (maybe by the bones) 🦴
A new phase of self-definition🧌 The past year has been a difficult one, but from challenge inevitably comes art: a coping mechanism, a therapy, a form of self-love. I’ve been feeling stifled by the image I’ve built and I want to shed it. A new name and a new approach to honest expression. Can’t wait to share some of the weirder work I’ve not had the confidence to let out into the world yet. Love x
…long time no see…
🌱🌀 organic and whirlpooling, covered in micellium and moss 🌀🌱
after nearly 2 years away, we return right to the grassroots of Side Eye, representing some of the best of Bristols homegrown sound.
shmael / sadsugar b2b Dudeman / amaia
powered by @bassfreight
find us in @theciderbox on March 13th
22:30-03:00
tix available on headfirst 🔗 in bio
any profits donated to @sunduqalsudan
incredible artwork from @jane.etive 🧌
I’m working on understanding how the creature I become in my practice would navigate its landscape. Slowly, purposely, on all fours. 🦗
Another couple of days spent camping in the fog on a mountain side, this time it was Cìr Mhòr on the Isle of Arran. This video was taken as the gloom was getting heavier and the sun was going down. The mist deserves an acting credit 😶🌫️
💥NEW RELEASE TODAY - LISV03
With Lisvane Records 3rd release comes my debut EP as Dudeman - LISV03. It's finally out in the ether today, with four tracks to get you bouncing!
Top side:
🐸 🪵 "Bayou" is a swampy, low end creeper.
Following that Flatpack & Dudeman are back again, where me and my m8 Joe have fused our minds together with the end product being "Veronica Voltage". ⚡
Bottom side:
🪐 👽 "The Real You", has been sleeping in my pocket for over five years and has finally found the light of day - definitely big room flavour.
🏃💨 "Zeal" arrived in one night, and was somewhat therapy through blown-out speakers (sorry Hannah), this is high octane, with no comfort zones.
We’ve also linked with the absurdly talented @jane.etive to create 16 one-off prints to go with the release. Jane’s managed to capture exactly how this music feels: creepy, crawly, and absolutely not at peace. She pulled these visuals straight from the same strange corners the tunes came from. No reruns, just 16 originals. So get em whilst they're hot!
Massive love if you’ve been along for the ride so far.
Dudeman x
Artwork by @jane.etive
Mastering by @matthewbentleyaudiomastering
Discs cut by @dubstudio
Digi artwork by @moragletby
The creature has had an upgrade, an exoskeleton made of the bones it gathered from the mountains 🦴🦴🦴
Over the past year, while walking in the mountains, I’ve been slowly collecting the bones for an exoskeleton structure. Which is currently in a sort of prototype form.
The idea for the project came from the legend of La Loba or La Huesera (if you can’t already tell, I’m a fan of Women Who Run With the Wolves).
“The sole work of La Loba is to collect bones. She creeps through the mountains and the dry riverbeds, looking for bones. When she has assembled an entire skeleton, she sits by the fire and thinks about what song she will sing. She then stands over the creature, raises her arms, and sings out. The rib bones and leg bones begin to flesh out and the creature becomes furred. La Loba sings some more, and more of the creature comes into being. The creature begins to breathe.”
In this case the creature seeks a freedom, a rebirth, a reanimation of self.
Into the mines ⛏️
The sound in this place was eerie, a drip echoing down the tunnel. You can see the ripples from it. It was hypnotic.
I’ve been trying to get my body into new and stranger shapes, on first look of this one I freaked myself out which I feel is a good sign
(also f u instagram im posting landscape now)
Twisting forms
I’ve been taking more photos at night by the light of a head torch. At night everything is a little more eerie and beautiful. Being in a place like this alone turns all senses up to max and I feel more in tune with what I’m observing.
Spot the cursed shed lurking in #1 🏚️
Happy nearly Imbolc!! 🧌
𐌕Ƕ𐌄 𐌂𐌀ᕓ𐌄𐌔
In early winter of last year I headed up to Assynt in northern Scotland and spent around a month living out my goblin dreams, sleeping in caves, hiking in the mountains, swimming in the lochs, finding artefacts (like this deer spine), and staring at walls of dripping slime.
I haven’t been too present on here, as trying to slow the brain rot, but I’m going to try and share more of what I’ve been creating instead of just squirrelling it away in my cave.
+ if anyone has any expertise with bone carving pls reach out 🦇
Your sleep paralysis demon 🦷
The artistic process to create my photos is very solitary, I use a remote shutter and tripod set up (been getting Qs on this- it’s the inbuilt Olympus/ phone linked one) and get naked and scuttle about. It feels slightly unhinged but it gives me a sense of feral freedom, connectivity with the environment and detachment from the rules of reality. I get myself into a mindset that I am part of my surroundings, like an animal being observed and usually unaware. Photo #1 was the first time I have felt that the hypothetical viewer is present and the creature that I become was aware of this. Holding the eye contact.
Also probs have a curse on me after wearing this horse pelvis
