paddy baxterI am a filmmaker and researcher with a Masters in Visual Anthropology, and have a background independent, and collective videography. Currently I am conducting film as practice led PhD research at MIRIAD (Manchester Institute for Research Innovation in Art & Design), the research wing of Manchester School of Art in Manchester Metropolitan University.

My research topic originally began as an exploration of unfinished housing estates, vacant commercial property and other aspects of the built environment in the wide geographic canvas of the Northwest and Midlands of Ireland. However, since arriving in my hometown I realised that there is a fascinating story to be told about Longford as social and psychological place using these spaces as a vehicle to talk about identity, crisis, trauma, marginalisation, social inequality, and creative responses to all of the above. Furthermore, I am fascinated by the continued realisation or breakdown of the urban/rural divide in places like Longford.

Essentially a portrait of place and a kind of auto-ethnographic, my film (still in production phase) is developing in unusual directions, and I am finding myself increasingly influenced by both the essay-film and horror film.

I am currently involved in both LGBT activism and a community TV initiative in Longford.



Artist’s Work

An abstract SoundArt short film exploring Manchester’s Hotspur House.

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A street barely illuminated. Slow rumble of traffic in the near distance- cars, bodies, leisure, decadence. A residential fortress menacing above. Escape inside. The floorboards creek. A heavy lift door screeches. Cymbals crash. Murmurs, whispers, then silence. Click record, Edirol R9. Concentration and display. Directionals on the staircase, contacts inside a kickdrum. The Leica lens floats, and pulls to halt. Some figures stomp about ethereally.  Zoom in, focus and pan. Feedback from the strings, movement disorientated now. The plaster crumbling in my hands. Cobwebs on my face. Faintly audible, out of focus, in darkness now, cease recording. Improv House.

Hotspur House, on Gloucester Street in Manchester City Centre, is nestled among a number of distinct districts of the town that prides itself on its urban regenerative success story. It was originally a 19th century cotton mill named Medlock Mill as the river situated around it is the River Medock, it was later taken over by the Percy Brother’s and ran as a printer press for a significant period, exact dates are difficult to come by. As one moves South on Gloucester Street industrial built heritage is finally consumed by its own vainglory, housing Manchester’s great and good in remodelled elegant, sparsely adorned apartments. The strip that runs parallel to this street, Oxford Street, the city’s university district has been given the apt moniker of ‘Kebabylon’ by the writer Dale Lately- an area as much concerned with hedonistic bargain booze student nights and fast food joints staffed by weary migrants as it is with the corporativisation of education and the downsizing of critical thought. The recently opened ‘Home’, Manchester’s new cultural arena on First Street directly behind Hotspur, is the central vein where the cultural capitalist class can mainline the ‘experimental arts’ and overdose on hip institutional collaborative interactive cutting edge conceptualism. For the non-Derrida readers a stiff stroll to the west at Castlefields reveals a world of Revolution Bars, Comedy Clubs, vomit and a garish eye-line of relit Cottonopolis, with the possibility of some low-light cruising on the canal walk sunk below. If that’s not your style it’s only a ten minute walk to Canal Street and Manchester’s own Gay Disneyland. Say what you like about Manchester, but you have to admire its seamless infusion of pretension and grubbiness.

Hotspur House is a retreat from the 21st century gentrified city. It’s currently home to a number of artist studios, small print companies and a radical newspaper. In a small room on the third floor, improv music performances are regularly promoted by Tubers Music Collective, with local, national and international musicians very much operating on the fringes of alternative music performance generating discordant sound in a building that reverberates with a range of acoustic differentiations.  The decaying materiality of the building, its archaic features and fittings, the sudden shifts of sensory stimulus encountered in the movement from space to space, coupled with the strange sonic disturbances emanating from a cramped space on the third floor create a striking and somewhat unsettling experience of a place trapped in time, and desperately attempting to the escape Manchester’s future.

Improv House is a journey of image, a sound travel and a physical/material movement through this charismatic building. The shifts in movement of camera- from static shot to hand-held movement of the body to slow pans and zooms- are all responses to the twisting and coiling materials of the building as they are to shifts and differentiations in the improvisations of the musicians. We encounter service lifts that rumble and grind aggressively, a shock of slowly flickering fluorescent lights, pipes that intertwine and weave intricate patterns, sax and cello roar and scream, the heavy thud of workman’s boots on a circuit of wooden staircases. All around in Improv House there is the sense of life and the absence of the life, the presence of a material life of the building, and the absence of the human from the camera’s eye, but picked up by the microphone’s ear. This short, abstract film becomes a means by which to engage the sensory, uncoded and ethereal qualities of Hotspur House as space and structure. It is a movement through a different social, material and architectural age that leads back ultimately to the coded and gentrified city.