Salvador speaks – to Swindon about Swindon
Monday 2nd September 2013
Any readers out there who listen to R4 will be familiar with ‘Jeremy Hardy speaks to the nation’. Well here I’m delighted to present ‘Salvador speaks to Swindon’. It’s a view of Swindon and the museum and art gallery in Old Town from 8 year-old Salvador Scott. This is entirely his own work and I hope you enjoy it as much as I have.
Salvador’s dad is Swindon poet and doyenne of Swindon’s poetry scene, Michael Scott. Michael thinks he is lucky to have met Salvador. And y’know what? I’m inclined to agree with him. I think he is.
“It’s good to be living in Swindon because it’s so quiet I can write books and films without a lot of busy noises. There are also so many fields I can run in. Did you see that? I’m a bridge, a wobbly one. Have you done that? I’ve got more. There are so many playgrounds where I can practice my gymnastic skills when I need them. (Silence, Salvador is on a broken zip wire in Witney). I like the museum where I can examine things closer I have seen on the television and heard of with pictures. Like the Badger for example when I didn’t know it had a little bit of white in its eye and very long claws. I like the gallery because when I’ve seen them in picture books I always get a closer look and see how big it is and my Daddy always points out where the paintbrush has stroked. My favourite one is the one with the bull falling and the lady in the corner who is turning the thing that looks like Salvador Dali’s clocks. Oh and the lady who looks like Ann Darrow with the leaf over her face. I also love Swindon for its unique logo with the robin which I don’t know where it comes from …. I think it’s because of the winter.”
NB: Salvador is standing by a Lucien Freud painting ‘Girl with fig leaf’ created in 1947. I’ve written about the community television service, Swindon Viewpoint elsewhere in this blog and am mentioning them again because, interestingly enough, they have a short film on their website’s Artpoint series about this very painting.