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Beethoven Revisited | Contributors
Kate Beaugié
Sacconi Quartet Resident Artist, curator of BEETHOVEN ON THE BEACH, film collaborator, maker & developer of the 16mm film A SILENT PRAYER (2022)
Kate has been an artist for over 20 years since graduating from the Glasgow School of Art, where she realised that her inspiration was sourced from light and darkness, together with natural phenomena. She works in many mediums exploring the concept of existence.
She has lived in Folkestone for 15 years and has her studio in Dover. She exhibits widely and has artwork in three public art collections including VAULT100. Kate is also developing professional collaborations with classical musicians.
Mick Williamson
Co-curator, Multi projector 35mm slide-show installation
Mick is an artist/photographer based in Folkestone. He was Senior Lecturer in charge of Photography at London Metropolitan University (formerly The John Cass School of Art) for a number of years and has been working on the project “The Photo-Diaries of Mick Williamson” for a number of years.
He has exhibited internationally and recent shows include work with John Woolrich’s “Book of Inventions” series of quartet compositions and “Photo-Diaries” for Folkestone Fringe Triennial’s “Sub Plot”.
Represented by Elliot.Gallery, Amsterdam
Matt Rowe
Sacconi Quartet portrait QUARTET (2022)
Matt Rowe is an artist based in Folkestone, whose object based practice is focused on vernacular symbols and the language of folklore. He often combines various disciplines, ceramics, model making and textiles to produce sculptural costumes, props that play with notions of regional and local identity. Recent shows include: John Barleycorn Must Die and Waking the Giant.
Nathan Eaton-Baudains
Documentary film MUSIC FOR A LATER TIME (2022)
Nathan is a freelance photographer, producer and filmmaker who has lived in Kent for nearly 30 years. When he’s not working on a wide range of commercial productions, you will find him collaborating locally and nationally with clients in the music, creative and performing art sectors.
Ewan Golder
Editor of the digital film made from Kate’s 16mm film footage, in collaboration with Kate Beaugié TEMPO ADAGIO | BEETHOVEN ON THE BEACH (2022)
This is the second collaborative film Ewan and Kate have made. The previous film APPLIED PURE was a documentary film with a difference, featuring the harpsichordist Medea Bindewald playing JS Bach. Ewan introduces anarchy into Kate’s filmmaking, creating a kind of balance between order and chaos.
Ewan is from Lydd and Folkestone but now works and lives in Paris since attending Le Fresnoy – Studio National des Arts Contemporains, France.
Andy Thomas-Emans
Sound engineer for sound installation/ film soundtrack TEMPO ADAGIO | BEETHOVEN ON THE BEACH (2022) and DOLBY ATMOS immersive audio
Based in Folkestone with his studio at Olby’s in Margate, Andy is a full-time sound engineer, presently developing his practice with the next revolution in sound; DOLBY ATMOS immersive audio.
“Atmos sounds like you’ve taken the ceiling off the building; you can ‘feel’ yourself on a windy open beach.”
Hanna Muck
Project graphic designer
Hanna is a graphic designer based between Folkestone and Munich, Germany. She has worked with many creative industries including gallerists and artists in Germany, Switzerland and the UK.
Lennox Morrison
Writer BEETHOVEN ON THE BEACH – A lyrical response
I arrived in Folkestone from Paris, where I was European Life columnist for The Wall Street Journal. An award-winning journalist and linguist, I now lecture in journalism at Canterbury Christ Church University. But I often feel drawn back to fiction — having had two novels published by Hachette. I planned to file a straightforward report on Beethoven on the Beach. But the scintillation of the moment evoked this lyrical response.
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Beethoven on the Beach – A lyrical response
By Lennox Morrison
On the shores which Caesar sighted And bagged for Rome, We, in our pinprick of time, Sit and stand on the chilled sand In the salt-breeze.
Backs to the glistening sea, We face a line of concrete arches Propping up a promenade Built to guard the white cliffs Of a later empire; also history now. Within the arches, in adjoining chambers Four makers of music, tendrils stirring, move as one anemone Sun sparks on their faces, their bows. 'Violin, violin, viola, cello,’ a child next to me tells a younger child. A little girl pat-a-cakes her castle of sand But most of us are still Alone on our prow, or in a wind-break hug Held by the music Sifting our thoughts Wondering forward, Wondering backward, As a Rhinelander sails through time To reach us On our solitary side of the sleeve of brine Which in his lifetime He never crossed. Here he is at last! To heave our hopes out from under the arches Where they have been sheltering Or cowering. Not for as long as all that, No times are ‘unprecedented’. Not really. Behind us, high on her rock, no Lorelei But our local mermaid, gazing softly towards France, While the things we thought we desired Creep across the horizon, in mammoth ships. We keep our attention forward, or is it backward, To face the music-makers As they sway together, sway apart And we press close to us the conch shell of this experience. This shared experience. The fist of my heart unfurls.
Dave James Horn
Poet THE DUET OF THE WAVES
I am a poet from Folkestone, Kent.
I find the world a curious place and understand it through poetry. I have been writing for 10 years and I am fascinated by the language we use and how it frames our worlds.
The Duet of The Waves
By Dave James Horn
Sand is the softest ear Forever lost In the waves That rise Only to then disappear Waves of water Singing of home The song of a mother Gazing at how Her children have grown Waves of sound From four points in the sand Timber consciousness Reaching home In sonic caress The song of long fledged children Born from one river of ink And sixteen strings that blend With the rhythm of the sea Reaching for connection and harmony The sand hears it all And so much more And even after an age Is moved To pause We grow to leave our parents We take on new forms But we still sing the same song No matter how far away No matter how much we are torn