time to make do

That evening, Monday 29th March, I decided to build a mini honeycomb model. One of the more immediately striking proposals from another group had included a model. I really liked the visual idea of tessellating the honeycomb battery receptacles, encouraging participation to stack them up and fill the hive and wanted to get this across. Plus, I made a small Yoshimoto cube (fancy foldy inside-out turny cube thing) out of thin card for the recent Creative Futures week and enjoyed the process. My printer performed to its usual high standard, neglecting to use the magenta, but the result was neat, if a little sickly-looking:

Proud of my effort, I looked forward to showing Gary the following day.

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the plot thickens

On Monday 29th March, Gary and I met with Adam to get further advice on how to proceed. Not knowing which bits of the overall concept were met with the most enthusiasm, we didn’t want to narrow our vision by mistakenly throwing out the really good ideas. I still wanted to present the entire thing, from start to finish, but it was suggested to us that we were going too far too soon. What we needed was a hook to reel them in, a bright, punchy, easily grasped idea that would have them frantically flapping on the end of our line before we rammed our fingers in their gills and broke their necks. Maybe that’s taking the metaphor too far…

Adam asked us which parts we enjoyed the most and to go with whatever they were, to have fun with the project. Gary and I went home to think about it agreeing to meet up the next day and decide what we were going to do over Easter.

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message received

We gathered expectantly on the morning Thursday 25th March, when we were to be given generic and specific feedback from the council, via Adam and Dan. The first thing to mention was that overall they were very impressed with the amount and variety of ideas on offer (especially from second-year students in five weeks) and Adam suggested we give ourselves a round of applause. We did. In more detail, the general feedback was as follows:

Clearance for take-off – There were at least three council departments in attendance, including Recycling and Corporate/Promotions. Like any bureaucratic organisation, everything has to be cleared and signed off by everybody from the tea-boy upwards and so nothing could be decided upon for definite that day. One wonders whether sunflower season would have passed before any decision was made.

Show me the money – Of course they wanted to know how much everything would cost. Adam suggested the college may fund some projects if they benefitted students, but this was clearly always going to be an issue.

Rules and regulations – Like any organisation, they have strict corporate guidelines that any project must follow. They want any council department and project to conform to the whole, so as to appear unified and this means Wrexham is the name and the big pink ‘W’ is the logo. This makes sense – the Co-Operative were recently advised to conform similarly with their rebranding across every department, and by The Chase (slightly more of an authority on such matters than a bunch of students could claim to be). Characters were permitted, but not as any kind of ‘figurehead’. Nor can they speak or have a name. Not sure under what circumstances they must remain nameless, but anyhow – I wrote it down so it must have happened. Apparently the council had great trouble getting their character of ‘Recycle Michael’ approved. I’m not surprised, he’s crap.

The BIG question – Bearing in mind the above point, we each now had to consider whether we wanted to work ‘for’ the council and conform to their guidelines, or further develop whatever we’d been working on in order to gain personally from any work done from this point, regardless of whether it fell within their remit.

Too slick – Oddly, any design that looked too ‘corporate’ (e.g. Swiss school) was a no-no as it makes the council look competitive, which they can’t be. (Not sure this affected our particular approach – not a whiff of Helvetica). They do like vibrant colours though.

Renegade programmers – The council’s web team are apparently a law unto themselves. Embedding Flash might be a problem and there was a general fear of anything web related. If we were to follow this route, we would have to persuade the council that any development would sit easily and neatly within their own site.

War is stupid – Any web-games but be free of shooting, violence, or negative imagery. More generally, pastiche is out. Councils are not generally noted for edgy comedy anyway, or indeed any kind of comedy beyond recounting the exasperation at trying to obtain bin bags and being informed that they have no record of your address, despite the frequent Council Tax bills. In the interest of fairness, I should point out that this is a different council. But they’re all the fucking same.

Difficult child – Young boys are hard to engage so the council like anything that will get them interested. Well – shooting, violence and negative imagery would do the trick, but see the point above.

Other stuff – The council did see ideas that might fit other projects, but not Wrexham in Bloom so it may be a little premature to throw anything out just yet (such as Heritage Trail ideas). They generally seemed to like things they could adapt (ruin).

In terms of specific feedback, ‘The Immense Team’ (Adam’s words) apparently impressed with everything bar the website. The fact that this was central to the whole fucking project clearly escaped the council’s attention. We were also told, once again, that the whole thing was too complicated and that we should simplify things and get it on to one board (not eleven). Maybe there’s something in that. I was still reluctant because I’m stubborn like that, but things sink in eventually. Either that or cave in.

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fastest pencil in the west

First Class is the only way to travel. Just ask Jimmy Carr, who was also working on a project in my carriage, although he looked less stressed. He also looked like if I asked him any kind of question, he’d shoot me. His project probably wasn’t for Wrexham Council, nor involved coloured pencils. Wish I’d brought crayons, just to really piss the ‘serious’, suited commuters off as I did my colouring in without going over the lines. Jimmy Carr didn’t go all the way to Wrexham, but stayed on the London train, confirming my suspicions about the nature of his work.

3pm, Tuesday 23rd March was when our work was to go public. At 1pm, Tuesday 23rd March, I stepped off the train at Chester, having acquired a pencil sharpener at Crewe Station and used it to good effect on my rapidIy diminishing pencils between there and Chester. A bus ride to Wrexham followed, during which I didn’t even attempt any colouring in.

Ignoring all polite attempts at conversation from my peers, I sat down in the studio and resumed my frantic efforts. Just as Adam entered the room to order us downstairs with our work, I finished colouring the last letter on the last of my sheets. Deadlines? Piece of piss.

Along with the remainder of my group, I arranged my eleven sheets on a separate table from everybody else’s as there wasn’t room. I’m sure Dan muttered something about “one sheet” in passing, but never mind eh?

All we could do now was hang around and wait with baited breath for the council to pick us. They didn’t. They liked one that had a bright yellow background and were a bit tired when they got to ours. We would have to wait until Thursday for general and specific feedback, a bit of a shame as on-the-spot comments straight from the horse’s mouth would have been advantageous and afforded the opportunity for dialog.

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grand designs

Having been to London, Newcastle and Edinburgh in the last three days, on Monday 22nd March, I sat at my brother’s kitchen table in Newcastle, faced with the task of drawing up a presentation fit for Wrexham Council in a day. Bear in mind, our idea was a monster. Faced with the prospect of this travel, rather than produce one A3 sheet, I had only brought an A4 pad with me. I figured that I could blag it. Rather than the single panel requested, I produced eleven sheets outlining the proposal in detail, I figured it would be ok.

At some point, either we agreed as a group, or I decided, that a model honeycomb would be good for children to make as a temporary battery receptacle to be brought along and stacked in a hive-like structure as opposed to bringing the batteries loose. I can’t remember for the life of me where this idea sprung from, but the first evidence of it appears in the crazed scribbling that follows.

The entire presentation is shown here, without comment, so as to recreate the exact circumstances under which the council viewed it. If you do not understand it or don’t think it’s very good, then I got it wrong and I can only apologise. I reckoned we were selling ourselves short by not being able to talk the council through our proposals anyhow. If, however, you do understand it and do actually like the idea, somebody else got it wrong…

On this particular day, I sketched and inked the first five pages, coloured the first one, went to see The Courteeners (they were brilliant) and then finished sketching all the ideas. As I had a first class train ticket straight to Wrexham the following day, I figured (prayed) that I’d be able to finish them on my journey home…

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the bee’s knees

On Thursday 18th March, I did some more research into linking bees and recycling and found the ‘one teaspoon of honey’ story I had heard in the pub the previous evening to be empirical fact. I also wandered around Wrexham looking for alternative sites for the ‘Bee Tree’ and battery collection point now that the council appeared to have ditched the Heritage Trail idea. There were a couple of appropriate sites, near to the town centre and the library, where the public could easily congregate for an event:

I also saw this sign at the newsagents whilst purchasing a pack of twenty think-sticks:

I had a look on the above website on returning to college and remember being struck that watch batteries also featured as recyclable. There’s no reason why they shouldn’t, but they had never occurred to me before. Just thought I’d mention that now as it’s not something I’m likely to repeat in order to impress a girl.

Anyhow, that was it for the moment as I was off to a talk by Oliver Jeffers courtesy of the AOI early the next morning, followed by a jaunt to Newcastle, taking in Edinburgh, then straight back to Wrexham on the following Tuesday to present to the council. Better take my materials with me; this was going to be another action-packed deadline. I feel alive when there’s a deadline and I reckon I can make it but it’s gonna be close… I should get out more.

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outside influence

That evening, Wednesday 17th March, I sought the advice of the bloke in the pub. Not just any bloke though, but my good mate who has worked in advertising and marketing for twenty years and who I can trust to give honest feedback. If my idea was rubbish, he’d soon put me right. He would also tell me if it was good and offer constructive advice. I showed him the sheet I’d produced earlier that day and talked him through it briefly.

He ‘got it’ straight away and liked it a lot, suggesting that perhaps I’d come at it from a different angle by producing an entire concept from start to finish. He was certain that I would be able to obtain sunflower seeds for nothing from a local garden centre, in return for publicity and he also thought that a prize, such as a trip to a honey farm for the whole class could be arranged under similar terms. The only thing he really felt it was lacking was a link between the bees and the batteries. He mentioned that one bee only produced a teaspoon of honey in its lifetime and that reminded me of some statistics I’d found in my earlier research.

Although the output of one bee is miniscule, 25,000 tonnes of honey are produced in the UK every year. A similar weight of batteries is dumped in landfills in the UK every year: 22,000 tonnes. Therefore, by illustrating that if all those bees, by doing a tiny amount, can collectively make a huge difference, a child could be encouraged that even by recycling one battery, collectively they can also make a huge difference. Hey presto – be like a bee!

Satisfied that from the ‘industry’ point of view, I was at least heading along the right lines, I resolved to see this plan through. It should be said, he also warned that councils are run by committees and are slow to recognise good ideas handed to them on a plate, even by individual free-thinkers within their own organisation.

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a quiet word

Sometimes, I just can’t let things lie and I was a little concerned that maybe I was asking too much of my fellow group members. On Wednesday 17th March, I sought the advice of Dan on how to present our whole project effectively. I drew the whole concept out from start to finish on a large sheet of paper, attempting to present it clearly and concisely as I wasn’t sure that I’d managed to communicate this, even to members of my own group. I asked if I could talk him through it in five minutes. He looked doubtful, but agreed to give me that much time. Here was the sheet I cobbled together:

It all begins with sunflower seeds delivered to schoolchildren. The seed packet encourages them to visit a website where they can find out information, be entertained and download projects. This included the model bees and guides to lead them through the heritage trail where they could deposit their batteries. Competitions and games encourage participation.

Dan foresaw difficulties with some of the ideas, such as recording a successful MP3 guide, potential vandalism to giant comic boards and suggested that I may want to concentrate on one or two of the ideas that might be more fun and/or more feasible to see through to completion. However, never one to take advice on board when I have a vision, I remained undeterred…

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show not tell

Tuesday was rapidly becoming ‘Action in Class’ day. On 16th March, our group was intending to present our individual sections of the project to each other. I had hastily concocted mine during lunch, but it was to a standard I was happy with. Even if I don’t put pen to paper immediately, those Marlboro Reds are not inhaled with a blank mind. I am constantly thinking about projects and work with something akin to automatic writing when it comes to the crunch. This was put temporarily on hold, however, as Dan and Adam informed us that we would be drawing up rough versions of the A3 sheets we were going to show the council the following week, and leaving them to be assessed by the rest of the class.

Our group convened and we began to present to each other. It became clear that not everybody is a smoker, although it must be said, Harry can’t do ‘rough’. His was beautiful. We discussed further what our individual responsibilities were and, with ten minutes to spare, quickly drew up an A3 sheet each. We then left it on the table with those of the other students and slowly circumnavigated the room to examine the ideas of our peers. Here was my effort:

I was disappointed. The lack of colour and the ‘flowchart’ appearance clearly didn’t grab the attention of those going for the glitz and glamour and bright flashy lights. If I’m honest, I thought there were one or two really good ones, some that were nicely drawn but showed no ‘concept’ of how this was to encourage people to recycle or attract bees. The rest just looked hastily cobbled together with no thought. Maybe I missed the point, maybe all the council wanted, all the brief required, was one nice drawing to make people go “Oooooo…”. I don’t know. I still liked our idea and I liked the fact that we had considered how it would work across all media, cover batteries, bees and the Heritage Trail and how it worked from start to finish. And when I get a bee in my bonnet… Maybe it was time to step back and look at this anew, maybe get a fresh insight.

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water over troubled bridge

That afternoon (Friday 12th March), Gary, Harry and I (accompanied by Fiona) visited the Pontcysyllte Aqueduct. I think Fiona was beginning to rather enjoy her assignment, slightly more than her regular diet of neuroscience lectures, joining three intrepid illustrators to go and visit a World Heritage site because we want to do creative stuff with it.

Having demonstrated once (or twice) more that the iPhone’s GPS and Google Maps feature is only a clever device in the right hands and lived up to my friend’s wife’s assertion that “You didn’t invent it Aiden, you only bought it”, we arrived at the Pontcysyllte aqueduct.

It’s a bit ugly to be honest, functional rather than decorative and not even as impressive as the railway viaduct nearby. Still, Telford probably never went to NWSAD. We parked up and immediately started snapping away – the beauty of digital photography:

The local community centre was nearby and looked like a good spot for congregating on a ‘Bee Day’ (as opposed to congregating on a bidet, which would be both uncomfortable and unlikely to impress the judges):

Walking down the canal, we realised that nobody had thought of using the waterway as a feature of the campaign and we began throwing around ideas such as a ‘Battery Barge’, into which excited people could hurl their spent batteries. Not sure this would work as any that missed their target would doubtless pollute the canal or hit fish on the head. Fishing with a line is one thing, but trying to knock them out with batteries probably wouldn’t take off as a leisurely weekend pursuit.

One slightly more sensible notion was to incorporate traditional canal and narrowboat art and lettering into, for instance, the giant comic with which we wanted to decorate the route.

Walking over the aqueduct was quite an experience in itself. There is a railed towpath on one side, but no fence on the opposite edge, just a channel for the canal. Even though you’d have to leap over ten or more feet of water to plummet over that side, the lack of a barrier still made me feel a little uneasy. I’d have to be deep in the bowels of the ship if I was venturing across afloat, not standing at the tiller or in the crow’s nest.

Once across we found all manner of Heritage Trail treasures. There was an information centre and shop and a large collection of narrowboats for hire all moored around the footbridge across.

There were possible sites for battery collection and trees for hanging bees from:

But then we found the real gold:

At last! The Heritage Trail route! Paydirt! Feeling very pleased with ourselves, I used my iPhone (successfully this time) to send emails to Adam and Dan, informing them of our discovery. Being pushed for time now, we dreamed of returning to follow our map to El Dorado and plan properly for our great adventure, decorating the trail with bees and battery bins and comics…

Imagine my disappointment when, on returning to college, I received a reply from Adam (successfully, on my iPhone) informing me that the council had ditched the Heritage Trail idea. The fuckers.

Still, I was there and I’ve got a certificate to prove it:

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