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    art history, Georgio Vasari, lobsters, renaissance

    Properzia de’ Rossi (1490-1530)

    May 3, 2011

    Of the 35 renaissance artists to feature in this copy of Giorgio Vasari’s The Lives of the Artists, there is only one woman. And it is a surprise half way through Book III to discover even one.

    This was Properzia de’ Rossi and the three pages dedicated to her life are among the most engaging in Vasari’s exhaustive and occasionally riveting masterpiece.

    It may be apocryphal, but she is said to have proved her fine art chops by carving a multitude of figures into a peach stone for a scene of the passion of Christ.

    But her greatest triumph was to carve a marble panel, which, Vasari claims, reflected some of her own autobiographical circumstances, on the doors of San Petronio in Bologna

    The scene in question comes from the Old Testament and shows the wife of Potiphar disrobing for Joseph in a bid for his attention, ‘with a womanly grace that is more than admirable’.

    De’ Rossi was also suffering from unrequited love and a footnote in the Oxford World’s Classics edition reprimands Vasari for ascribing mere ‘romantic or sentimental inspiration’ to a woman.

    But seems to me rather that this work is all the stronger for the apparent comment on de’ Rossi’s own life. It gives the work so much more honesty and front.

    And if women were generally excluded from public life in 16th century Bologna, what Vasari calls this artist’s ‘burning passion’ may have been socially challenging. It’s almost Tracey Emin.

    Or am I just lumping women artists together? in the same way Vasari does when he uses his chapter on de’Rossi to fill us in about Sister Plautilla, Madonna Lucrezia and Sophonisba of Cremona.

    He tells us that in one drawing by the latter, ‘a young girl is laughing and a small boy crying because, after she had placed a basket full of lobsters in front of him, one of them bit his finger’.

    That does seem very early in the history of art for comic lobsters, only perhaps not so early for proto-feminist statements.

    aggregation, contemporary art

    Found Objects 30/04/2011

    April 30, 2011

    Another week, another round-up of favourite links to the world wide web. Please enjoy:

    • Apparently there was a big state occasion here in Britain yesterday. Well, I doubt it was anything like as good as this footage of the funeral of Nam June Paik in Korea (via @ubuweb).
    • Better late than never, here’s a link to the Time Out interview with still missing Ai Weiwei. His relationship status with the Chinese government appears to be quite ‘complicated’ (via Eyeteeth blog).
    • “If you’re going to steal something, you know, you go to the bank,” says Richard Prince in a 1992 conversation published this week on photography blog American Suburb X. Last month a US Court found the re-photographer in breach of copyright laws.
    • This piece on Eric Ravilious was of local interest to me, since the 20th century painter lived and worked in East Sussex. But his extreme good cheer as described by Peter Laity in the Guardian should appeal to all.
    • On Bad at Sports, Terri Griffith blogs in favour of Google Art Project and museum apps and seems resigned she will never make it to the Uffizi.
    • Find out what links Tiger Woods to Tate in an astute and amusing piece by Ben Street for Art21.
    • German artist Hans-Peter Feldman wants us to understand just how much money he’s won in the Hugo Boss Prize. The resulting show at Guggenheim is certainly to the point (The New York Times).
    • Cey Adams appears to be the Peter Saville of hip hop and his 4 minute interview on the MoMA blog is well worth a watch.
    • Despite not being about art, there’s so much in this fascinating piece about time and consciousness that I don’t know where to begin recommending it: an in-depth interview with neuroscientist David Eagleman in the New Yorker.
    • Nothing-to-do-with-art-but-interesting-all-the-same Part 2: the Atlantic publishes two global maps which show the earnings of top athletes. They make bankers look like church mice.

    contemporary art, contemporary sculpture, internet art, sound, Uncategorized

    FOUND, Cybraphon (2009)

    April 28, 2011

    By writing this I am making Cybraphon happy and by reading this you are making me happy. Here’s what criticismism has in common with an autonomous emotional robot.

    FOUND collective’s sculpture tracks hits to its own website and obsesses over its stats and indeed, like most bloggers, that is activity I can all too easily relate to.

    Cybraphon monitors Twitter, Facebook and Google for mentions of itself and to some extent that’s me too, for shame. Perhaps it’s you as well.

    Cybraphon will even go so far as to sing about its own levels of popularity. This is usually a step too far for me, but I admire the chutzpah of the moody robot band.

    After all, it has some great tunes. In fact, the sculpture’s unabashed joy and despair at its own varying levels of fame are themselves a pleasure to encounter.

    And then there is the conspicuous retro styling. It suggests, despite the engagement with web 2.0, this individual hasn’t changed much since the industrial revolution.

    Self-consciousness and concern with what others might be thinking or saying is pre-industrial. These failings are so human and timeless it is impossible not to like this art.

    My new friend has just enjoyed its last day at De La Warr Pavilion, Bexhill-on-Sea. Please see website for details of its next destination.

    Feel more free than usual to share this story using the buttons or leave a comment. But it is of course more important you like Cybraphon.

    art market, street art

    Brighton Banksy for sale

    April 26, 2011

    This is a Banksy and yet not. The original image of two policemen kissing has been transferred to canvas and is now in storage. And that, as the Guardian reported last week, is up for sale.

    “We got it taken off a couple of years ago. What started to happen was people started to vandalise it, a lot of homophobes,” explains Carl Turton, barman in the pub on the other side of this wall.

    Until now the controversial piece had become a highlight of Brighton’s alternative tourist trail but, says Turton, “The people who come to get their photograph taken with it never come in the pub.”

    “It’s still Banksy today as it’s still there. It’s still Banksy artwork. Someone just spray painted over the top of it,” he adds. So one piece of semi-anonymous street art has become two.

    Such work is impossible to authenticate and impossible to look after. As the owners of The Prince Albert pub in Brighton have discovered, a frame serves little purpose on an exterior wall.

    One of these two works will be vandalised regardless and one will enter a collection. Strange to think that folk with £1m budgets still have plenty of time for Banksy’s confrontational statements.

    But if you take away the sense of confrontation and remove kissing policemen, etc, from the street, you take away the ostensible point of making a work like this in the first place, surely.

    Pub owner Chris Steward has said the work on the wall is 80% Banksy. What he might well have added is that the work for sale, the original, now represents just 20%.

    The scramble to buy and sell street art seems in keeping with its prankster ethos. But it is beginning to look if the real target of this political graffiti is the art world, rather than the authorities.

    The untitled Banksy in question can be seen in varying states of disrepair on the wall of The Prince Albert, Trafalgar Street, Brighton.

     

    aggregation, contemporary art

    Found Objects 23/04/2011

    April 23, 2011

    Another interesting week in art online has yielded up the following:

    • Oh my aching sides! Chinese spambots have turned the #AiWeiwei hashtag into a forum for risque jokes on Twitter. Hyperallergic translates for us. As if that wasn’t bad enough, hackers have targetted an online petition in support of the dissident artist. So sign now while you still have the chance.
    • Meanwhile on the Art21 blog, Michelle Jubin calls for your consideration of 37 more people who have been arrested in the Chinese government’s crackdown on the  ‘Jasmine Revolution’ (via/ @thebenstreet).
    • Last Sunday Christian fundamentalists attacked a photograph in France. But I am more shocked by the broadminded views of Sister Wendy than by Piss Christ by Andres Serrano.
    • Sadly this week Tim Hetherington and Chris Hondros were killed in an explosion on the Tripoli Highway in Libya. A piece in the Guardian sheds some light on how and why photographers go to war.
    • Also from the Guardian, here’s a strangely reassuring slideshow: portraits of bureaucrats by photographer Jan Banning.
    • This feature in the Atlantic about branded entertainment contains some jawdropping quotes and facts. In fact this blog post was brought to you by PG Tips.
    • A new show in Aachen, Germany, highlights the spooky way television first invaded our homes with some tantalising screen shots on We Make Money Not Art.
    • One of the “known feelings” here is grim satisfaction, as Alistair Gentry tears into a pretentious press release on his vitriolic Career Suicide blog.
    • I’m sorry, this one-star review of a Jean-Marc Bustamente show at Henry Moore Institute from The Independent has only whetted my appetite to see work by the high-falutin French artist.
    • Now, the top five bunnies in art according to Jonathan Jones. That seems like a good way to sign off for Easter. Have a good ‘un.

    Algeria, artists' visas, conceptual art

    Zineddine Bessaï denied entry into UK

    April 21, 2011

    Bloody immigrants, coming over here and taking part in contemporary art group shows about the geopolitical relationship between Algeria, France and the UK!

    As if to highlight the inequalities of that relationship, graphic artist Zineddine Bessaï was this month refused a visa to attend the launch of his own show at Cornerhouse.

    The Manchester gallery supported two applications: one for Bessaï (young, single, male, non-affluent) and one for Amina Menia (an older, better off family woman).

    It asked for permission for a four-night stay in the city as a business visitor and both letters are, apart from names, passport numbers and DoBs, identical. I’ve seen ‘em.

    But in one case the Home Office found fault with the supporting documentation and said the letter did not “describe in detail the nature of your business in the UK”.

    This would all be just sad and predictable and a not uncommon problem for artists from certain parts of the world and yet another problem for the arts in this country.

    And yet to my mind the opening line of the HO letter is a bit high handed: “You state you wish to visit UK company Cornerhouse for 4 days and claim to be a “graphist”.”

    Refused the chance to see his work in a prestigious international show, Bessaï has been invalidated further by skeptical quote marks round his stated vocation.

    I cannot imagine this letter: “You state you wish to visit UK Company Manchester United PLC for 4 seasons and claim to be a “joueur de football”.”

    My personal view is, whatever legal profession, people should be allowed to travel freely between countries. But keeping out artists is just as embarrassment.

    BTW – After spending more than 15 minutes waiting for their press office to pick up the phone, I concluded the Home Office were unavailable for comment.

    New Cartographies: Algeria-France-UK is at Cornerhouse, Manchester until 5 June 2011. See gallery website for proof.

    art activism, performance art, Tate

    Liberate Tate performance @ Tate Britain

    April 20, 2011
    Image (c) Immo Klink, http://immoklink

    Disclaimer: this is not an eyewitness account, but then an eyewitness account would be missing the point. This is a response to a press release and a news story.

    By all accounts, the unendorsed performance went like this: two veiled figures poured an oil-like liquid over a naked man in the foetal position on the gallery floor.

    The wider context for this was an exhibition dedicated to the human body, and this show, Single Form, is sponsored by controversial oil company BP.

    The even wider picture is that one year ago a BP drilling mishap caused the deaths of 11 workers and spilled nearly 5 million barrels of oil into the Gulf of Mexico.

    Needless to say, the company does some other bad stuff: from drilling in the Arctic to risky tar sands extraction in Canada, the stuff of an environmentalist’s nightmares.

    One way to offset such bad PR is to sponsor fine art: Tate say their arrangement with the corporation fits with their ethics guidelines, but has yet to disclose full details.

    Well, I have not been able to talk about the performance and the photo without talking about the important message. So Liberate Tate has staged a properly good stunt.

    Nevertheless, it looks like art. It features a nude and litres of paint. It was carried out in full seriousness. But when the performer got dressed, only a black stain remained.

    Okay, so they hi-jacked the rarefied atmosphere of one of the UK’s leading art galleries for their own ends. But they appear to have got away with it and who else does that sound like?

    There’s a full story on the Liberate Tate blog and for further news about BP-related goings on from the Art not Oil campaign, please go here.

    aggregation, contemporary art

    Found Objects 17/04/2011

    April 17, 2011

    Some links from the last  seven days. Peruse away:

    • This week it was revealed that Andy Warhol accounted for 17% of all auction sales in 2010. Well, Reuters blogger Felix Salmon can explain why (via/ @Hyperallergic).
    • In The Telegraph, Clive Aslet seems prepared to forgive the modernist architecture and the art establishment’s impudence, so long as Turner Contemporary is good for Margate. But as a local, he at least has a stake in the matter.
    • The Guardian carries a horror story in the form of an interview: Marina Lutz is a film-maker who works with a hoard of Super-8 footage and 10,000 photographs taken of her by her dad before she reached the age of 16. Trauma by camera.
    • Meanwhile The Observer lets us in on Bob and Roberta Smith’s plans for the royal wedding. Their (his) likenesses of the happy couple are quite something. (I’ll try and refrain from any further reference to that forthcoming day.)
    • Not content with nicking the odd idea, the ad industry is now lifting the whole presentational style of the art world. Christopher Bedford tells it like it is in Frieze.
    • Can’t wait for this new feature film about the life of the President of Kazakhstan. If this piece in The Independent is anything to go by it should be the comedy of the year.
    • The Street Art show at MOCA in Los Angeles has made for some spectacular photos on Unurth blog and, according to the Culture Monster blog, some deplorable outbreaks of, erm, street art.
    • Astra Taylor’s Zizek documentary is now available on Google Video at least until April 29 it will be (via/ The New Inquiry)
    • I was delighted to find that gangsta rapper and contemporary art guru Hennessy Youngman has added some twee Scottish indie music to the mix.
    • And here’s Klaus Kinski getting very worked up about a doll in an international language.

    contemporary art, installation art, light installation, sound art

    Angie Atmadjaja, Intrinsic (2011)

    April 16, 2011

    Lights which flash in time with music will be familiar to anyone under the age of about 80. They are the trappings of a nightclub or rock concert. They gear people up for action.

    It seems appropriate that younger folk take drugs, get drunk and seek out intensities like this on a Saturday night. But it feels wrong for me to be here, sober, on a Friday lunchtime.

    Light tubes hang from the ceiling and flicker to a building rhythm. At given interludes, they offer an illuminated pause as if waiting for you. They are alive and it is a trip.

    While white cube galleries promote measured contemplation, blacked-out Phoenix is currently a dark cube, giving rise to late night or subterranean impulses.

    It is like being the first to arrive at a stark, atonal disco. The space is defined by dangerous strobing and noise. There’s that same libidinous rush, just no dancing, no bar, no sex.

    But maybe dancing etc is the scourge of the modern nightspot. Sound/light installations like this suggest there could be other agendas or other uses for the dark. Or maybe I’m just getting old.

    Brightonians may want to hurry along to Phoenix because the current show closes tomorrow. Intrinsic by Angie Atmadjaja is one of three works in Actuate My Void. See gallery website for more details.

    contemporary art, sculpture

    Interview: Jaume Plensa

    April 14, 2011
    © Lorne Campbell / Guzelian. Courtesy YSP

    When a bronze gong is struck in the middle of an art gallery, does it make a sound? Well, according to Catalan artist Jaume Plensa, that might depend on you. The solemn clang of his well known work Jerusalem is not so much an aural phenomenon as a vibration of the heart.

    There are 11 gongs in a darkened room, waiting for a visitor to become number 12. They are suspended next to malletas and inscribed with text from the Biblical Song of Songs. One might also ask if the sound of the ancient instrument is the reason one strikes it, and not vice versa. Plensa seems keen on poetic logic.

    “I have said many times that for me sculpture is the best way to pose a question – that is, the most conceptual way,” says the softly spoken artist. His serious mood is amplified by the ten monumental alabaster heads in the gallery where I speak to him. They radiate solemnity.

    “But on other levels sculpture has a tremendous capacity to talk about abstraction,” Plensa continues. He says it is so difficult to create portraits with sculpture that sculptural gestures are more conceptual than concrete.

    “Attitude is key,” he adds, “because you are not only talking about materials but also ethics, philosophy, the nature of religion. Whatever is part of the human condition is part of the sculpture and that I guess is very interesting to my way of working.”

    So like any decent gong, sculpture depends on what the viewer brings to the party. There go the laws of objectivity again. In Plensa’s hands reason is as soft as alabaster and as malleable as one of the many lines of poetry he gives three-dimensional form to in this show.

    Given the ancient appeal of these deity-like Alabaster Heads, it comes as a surprise to learn that here, as elsewhere in his work, computer modelling has been used to elongate the forms. And when I ask about the extensive use of technology in his work, the answer is also unexpected.

    Technology, he argues, is, like sculpture, just a means of enquiry: “What spirituality means is to continue to try to think about the main questions generation after generation. Technology is probably the vehicle that every generation is using to ask those questions.”

    Plensa mentions a recent visit to York Cathedral as an example of a previous form of hi-tech, and mentions the standing stones at Carnac in Britanny as an example of applied repetition. Rhythm in sculpture does for the brain what in music it does for the body. “It helps you to concentrate,” he says.

    The alabaster heads number ten or so and do indeed focus the mind. Rhythm here leads to a feeling of timelessness. “I’m also emphasising the repetition because my intention was to create something like old museum pieces coming from we don’t know where.”

    It should be pointed out that many other works by this sculptor have contemporary written all over them. In adjacent galleries are luminous fibreglass creations: In the Midst of Dreams and Hear No Evil, Speak No Evil, See No Evil. Outdoors are more virtually dreamed up sculptures comprised of grids and alphabets, including the eight-metre high figure House of Knowledge.

    However, Plensa insists, “the piece should not be for today, it should be forever.” And this is not, he adds, “in terms of preservation of materials because I love also ephemeral things. No, it’s a concept – because when you are in front of things you get this flash of eternity.”

    It is not unlike Plensa to quote a writer to make his point: “I like very much the explanation that William Faulkner said once. He said ‘I could not accept that people were put in the world only to endure – we are here to prevail.’ And I like that as a concept in sculpture.”

    Perhaps there’s even an echo of Faulkner’s novel, Wild Palms, in the 58-metre sculpture Twenty-Nine Palms. This showstopper is made from 17,000 stainless steel letters which spell lines from a range of the artist’s favourite authors. Plensa trails a hand across the curtain to demonstrate the jangle.

    So if a breeze disturbed this work in a gallery with no one around to hear, would it still make a sound? Well, that depends…

    Written for Culture24. Jaume Plensa was interviewed at Yorkshire Sculpture Park, Wakefield, where his show runs until 25 September 2011. See gallery website for further details.