Madeinroath Festival 2018
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3 Welcome to madeinroath festival 2018 Wow! We’re 10! This year we’re celebrating a decade of madeinroath festival! We’re really excited to, once again, be sharing a brilliant programme of new work. Expect exhibitions, treasure hunts, film, performance, workshops, sound work and everything in between. We’ve snuck into parks, gardens, houses, halls, galleries and shops, transforming Roath into an extravaganza of creative encounter and activity. For the last 12 months, we have been reflecting on all the wonderful relationships which we’ve been privileged to develop over the past decade; the support we have received from Roath, and the wider community, and the strength that comes from working together. We hope that you feel part of this as you wander through the streets, being part of what’s special about Roath - the openness, creativity and community which makes this festival unique. To help with planning your visits we have split the programme into two categories: Exhibitions and Everything Else. Hopefully, this will make it easier to navigate but one of the really special things about madeinroath festival is the chance encounter - see what happens... we’d suggest you go to something you wouldn’t normally try, hang out in the park and see what occurs, have a chat in some open houses, and join us for the final event in Braeval St on Sunday. If you are looking for something active, visit Roath Yard on Saturday afternoon for workshops, stalls, food and live music from RWCMD’s resident funk band. We also have workshops running across Saturday and Sunday down at the Bowling Pavilion in Roath Park. Thank you so much for joining us through the last 10 years. Your support, creativity, enthusiasm and willingness to take a chance (whether rain or shine!) has made the festival what it is. See you on the streets. Photo: Anne-Sophie Ouvrier & Jess Akerman. 2018 - Pip Tudor Photo: Dai Howell. Processions Sadly, this year, after five years of tireless dedication to the mir cause, Becca Thomas will be stepping back to give herself more time for other projects, including the excellent Spit & Sawdust which she has been co-running whilst also working with MiR. for Gareth Becca we’re going to miss you loads, thank you for with love x everything. THANK YOU Huge thanks are due, as ever, to all of our contributors, our exceptional artists, and categories: particularly the many generous hosts. There are way too many to name, but every year, the Roath community excels itself. Without the goodwill of residents, community venues, exhibition workers and business owners, the festival would not be the responsive, organic vibrant everything else event that it has become, and we thank each and every one of you from the bottom of Disability our hearts. The last ten years are testament to what can be achieved when communities key: Access work together, Roath, we salute you. Family Friendly Over 18 www.madeinroath.com - madeinroathblog.blogspot.com Only facebook.com/madeinroath - @madeinroath2018 front cover artwork: Dan Pritchard. The information in the brochure is correct when going to print. However, please check website for any updates or changes to the programme. Thankyou. 4 How do you reflect a place that is constantly shifting and changing? Some changes happen swiftly – students come and go, houses are bought, houses are sold, people move, people die, builders move in, buildings move out. In order to work, this everyday soap-opera needs a community which is porous not fixed. It needs a central set of characters, and the overlapping circles you exist in - family, neighbours, colleagues and friends – are at its centre. Standing distinctly apart from the virtual circles we exist in these are real, actual likes and shares and actual smiley winky faces. I read once that the worst thing that could possibly happen in the South Wales mines, if you fell out with someone, was to not be talked to. This was THE worst thing. In a community that relies on each other – or at least that knows each other, there is a choice to be made; do you step outside the door or not? Do you allow the people around you in or not? There will be allegiances; there will be conflicts, conversations, laughter, affairs and marriages. There will be more things uniting than dividing you. I had a Roath neighbour for many years called Eli. Eli was Polish. He had a collection of things (I use the word carefully) in his backyard. He had different rosebush varieties, but he also had different types of rope, different types of bike and a stack of ‘might come in useful’ things. He planted an apple tree in the lane at the back of his house from the pip of a golden delicious. Every day, when it wasn’t raining Eli would sit at a small stool next to an upturned log and eat his breakfast - a boiled egg. The wall between the gardens was low and we would say hello often. I had another good neighbour who would always get my name wrong, who would cider-binge and burn things in a trolley. Two doors up there was a cross woman with a cat with no tail. I had an upstairs neighbour who had spent his whole life with five people around him, taking care of him. Those roles were spread between neighbours and friends. He was 97 and had no family except us. Downstairs was Tony, who regularly sang ‘I aint got nobody (Just a Gigolo)’ at the top of his voice and missed his daughter, who was grown up. The next door landlord once grubbed out my hedge because it was his side of the boundary. Opposite was a neighbour who always said hello and we always talked about gardening and the weather and the other neighbours. They are all in my soap-opera. Every year especially for my birthday (I tell myself) this feeling is underlined by madeinroath. The people of Roath open their doors, step out, join in and take part in an end-of-summer festival and I meet new characters. The resulting mix of stuff that goes on is remarkable – a tour of City Rd last year and a feast to the Moon, a tea ceremony, a local film festival and the far reaching By My Side community project. This year will be no less exciting. madeinroath is born out of Roath, from those who are part of the community there. Roath stays porous – newcomers can be part of the whole festival, residents can reminisce about previous years and visitors can enjoy it. madeinroath succeeds as an addition to a wider, pre-existing, already culturally-rich community – and that is its strength. Anthony Shapland, Roath 2018 5 Sut mae adlewyrchu lle sydd yn newid o hyd? Mae rhai newidiadau yn digwydd yn gyflym- myfyrwyr yn mynd a dod, tai yn cael eu prynu, tai yn cael eu gwerthu, pobl yn symyd, pobl yn marw, adeiladwyr yn cyrraedd, adeiladwyr yn gadael. I weithio, mae’n rhaid i’r opera sebon dydd i ddydd yma gael cymuned sydd yn draeddiadwy, yn hytrach na llonydd. Mae angen cymeriadau canolog, a’r cylchoedd gorgyffyrddol rydych yn bydoli ynddo- teulu, cymdogion, cydweithwyr a ffrindiau yn y canol. Yn sefyll ar wahan i’r cylchoedd ymddangosol rydym yn bodoli ynddo, mae rhain yn ‘likes’, ‘shares’ a gwynebau ‘smiley winky’ go iawn. Darllenais un tro mai’r peth gwaethaf gallai ddigwydd ym mhwll glo yn Ne Cymru, oedd cael eich anwybyddu o ganlyniad i ffrae. Dyma oedd Y peth gwaethaf. Mewn cymuned glos sy’n dibynu ar eu gilydd- neu o leiaf yn ‘nabod eu gilydd- mae yna ddewis i wneud, a ydych yn camu tu allan i’r drws neu beidio? Ydych chi’n gadael y pobl o’ch cwmpas i fewn neu beidio? Bydd ffyddlondeb, bydd gwrthdaro, sgyrsiau, chwerthin, caru ar y slei a phriodasau. Bydd mwy o bethau yn eich uno nac yn eich gwahanu. Roedd cymydog i mi, tra’n byw yn Y Rhath, o’r enw Eli. Roedd Eli o Wlad Pwyl. Roedd ganddo gasgliad o bethau (gan ddefnyddio’r gair yn ofalus) yn ei ardd gefn. Roedd ganddo wahanol fathau o rosod, ond hefyd gwahanol fathau o raffau, gwahanol fathau o feiciau a phentwr o bethau ‘gallai ddod yn ddefnyddiol’. Fe blannodd coeden afalau yn y lon tu ôl i’r tŷ o hedyn Golden Delicious. Pob dydd, pan yn sych, byddai Eli yn eistedd ar stôl bach nesa at foncyff i fwyta brecwast- ŵy wedi ei ferwi. Roedd y wal rhwng y gerddi yn isel a byddwn yn dweud helo yn aml. Roedd cymydog da arall byddai pob tro yn cael fy enw yn anghywir, a byddai’n yfed seidr a llosgi pethau mewn troli. Dau dŷ i lawr roedd menyw blin â chath heb gynffon. Roedd cymydog fyny grisiau wedi treulio ei fywyd yn cael ei ofalu gan pump person. Roedd y rolau yma wedi eu gwasgaru rhwng cymdogion a ffrindiau. Roedd yn 97 mlwydd oed a ni oedd ei unig deulu. Lawr grisiau roedd Tony, a oedd yn aml yn canu ‘I aint got nobody (Just a Gigolo)’ nerth ei ben. Roedd yn methu ei ferch, oedd yn oedolyn bellach. Unwaith fe palodd perchennog drws nesa fy ngwrych am ei fod ar ei ochr o o’r ffin. Roedd y cymydog gyferbyn bob tro yn dweud helo, a byddwn yn siarad am arddio a’r tywydd a’r cymdogion eraill. Maent i gyd yn fy opera sebon. Pob blwyddyn ar gyfer fy mhenblwydd (rwyn dweud wrth fy hun) bod y teimlad yma yn cael ei danlinellu gan MadeinRoath.