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    contemporary art, installation art, performance art

    Antti Laitinen, The Bark (2010)

    September 30, 2010

    Around the last corner of his show at A Foundation, you stumble upon this workshop of nature-loving Antti Laitinen. The scene is not filled with charm or wonder, but rather shock and horror.

    Something unexpected and industrial is going on. There are gas cylinders and what look to be tar bricks. Work has suddenly stopped, hence the volume of wood shavings on the floor.

    The boat looks crude. It would do. Its main constituent is bark from the floor of the forest in Finland where Laitinen lives. To make this vessel seaworthy is requiring some violence.

    A week after the show opened, the artist rowed this very boat up the River Mersey for three and a half hours. His trip combines elements of the magical and the manic.

    Perhaps all ecological statements need a little of either. Fairy-like, the trees shed their bark for our use. Termite-like, humans will work with whatever they can get.

    Other works in the show feature the artist digging a burrow into the soil and, apparently, eating ants off the end of a stick. More horror results, but you would have to call Laitinen a survivor.

    The Bark is a new commission by A Foundation and the Liverpool Biennial 2010 and can be seen in Laitinen’s show at the former until November 28 2010.

    You can read more about the artist on the blog Big Fat Failure or the artist’s own website. Here is also a film on YouTube about a previous 19-hour voyage he made in a bark boat.

    contemporary art, installation art, Uncategorized

    Will Kwan, Flame Test (2010)

    September 28, 2010

    Putting out the flags has become the most recognised gesture of welcome in every part of the world. Here we all are, they say, together in our differing categories.

    Seen all at once, they inspire optimism. All these national emblems will fit on the end of a flagpole or a world cup wallchart, so it stands to reason the countries themselves may co-exist.

    Indeed the 36 raised pennants on the outside of the Scandinavian Hotel flutter in the same breeze. On a sunny day, they look more or less the same.

    But the cosmopolitan mood soon darkens. The flags in Flame Test appear to be burning. On closer inspection you realise that each of these nations is guilty, and their guilt makes them distinct.

    Having been printed up from actual press agency photos, the installation brings home how much each of these countries is somewhere hated. It is hard to continue subscribing to the innocence of flags.

    Perhaps we would be better off without our categories, certainly we would be less likely to go to war. Burning one flag is an act of hate. Burning them all is surely an act of love.

    Flame Test can be seen at the former Scandinavian Hotel, Liverpool, until November 28 2010, as part of the Liverpool Biennial. For more details visit www.biennial.com.

    Uncategorized

    Liverpool Biennial/Alfredo Jaar/Wolfgang Tillmans/Jonathan Baldock

    September 26, 2010

    In case anyone is interested, here are some pieces written for Culture24 last week:

    And here is a music review written for News of the World:

    contemporary art, performance art

    Tehching Hsieh, One Year Performance 1980-1981 (1980-1981)

    September 23, 2010

    A man enters a room and punches a clock every hour on the hour for 365 days. It is like something from the Guinness Book of Records. The achievement is so athletic it transcends art.

    But there is nothing quirky or sporty about the current exhibition of Tehching Hsieh’s performance. More than 8,000 documentational photographs reveal an expression of unvarying seriousness. He wears a uniform. He does not cut his hair for a year.

    Owing to sleep and other factors, Hsieh misses just 1.52 clock-ins per day on average. The New York artist set out to achieve something both mad and surely maddening.

    By punching the clock with insane frequency he is raising the stakes in the system of labour relations. His performance is a frenzy. It threatens to break the machine, or at least you hope it will.

    No one can look at these timecards and these photos and not wish for some relief for the artist, and a bit of freedom for all those who work long or difficult hours.

    After one year, this record of suffering is all there is to show. But it can still be used, and, unlike our time, it cannot be taken away.

    There is an exhibition about One Year Performance 1980-1981 at FACT, Liverpool, until 28 November 2010. For more details see the gallery website. The show is part of Liverpool Biennial 2010.

    contemporary art, philosophy

    Alfredo Jaar, The Marx Lounge (2010)

    September 19, 2010

    You won’t find a more accommodating piece of art than The Marx Lounge. The sofas are as comfortable as they look. The walls are a warm shade of red. The light is perfect for reading.

    Then there are books. Some 1,500 paperbacks are stacked on a central table, which means the room is designed to fit the population of a medium sized village. Sofa space will be at a premium.

    By reading full time, it is just possible you could get through all the different titles in about five years, but the work is on display for around 10 weeks. Clearly this lounge is more extensive in both space and time than it might at first appear.

    The topics covered, from a broadly Marxist perspective, include economics, philosophy, history, psychoanalysis and above all politics. Alfredo Jaar has spoken of this as a “tsunami of thinking”, which has been taking place over the last 20 or 30 years.

    But everything about the place is an invitation to relax and let the theory sweep away everything in its path. This expansive lounge feels safe and well built, a good vantage point, or a place to soak it in.

    The Marx Lounge is part of Liverpool Biennial 2010: Touched, the International Exhibition. It can be found at 52 Renshaw Street until 28 Novermber 2010.

    contemporary art, photography, public art, social practice

    Isabella Niven, Most Days You Will See A Pigeon (2010)

    September 14, 2010

    The pigeon is an unlikely emblem of civic pride. They are not lions or liver birds. They confer no distinction. Even towns have them. Even some villages.

    But Milton Keynes is no ordinary place. Unlike most of the UK it is built on a grid system and the boulevards have numbers which reach into the hundreds. The car is king. Public life takes place in malls.

    So it comes as less of a surprise that a current art project in MK is using the humble pigeon to draw attention to the apparent normality of the oft derided new town.

    Residents have been invited to perch ceramic pigeons in a meaningful place and take a photograph. Here is Elizabeth Sabey’s contribution. The bird is on the prow of a second hand canoe she patched up over several months, all the while getting her own life back on track.

    It’s just an amateur photograph and short piece of text. By way of a plinth it had an exhibition stand in a shopping centre, and a more recently a corner in a one room gallery in Brighton. Grand, it ain’t.

    Moving, however, it is. It is clear hopes and dreams can take wing in Milton Keynes just as well as any other urban centre. Brightonians would do well to visit, and think twice next time they clap eyes on a pigeon.

    This project is a collaborative twinning of Milton Keynes and Brighton and can be seen at Two For The Show (Part I) at A&E Gallery, Brighton. See gallery website for opening times, and visit www.haveyouseenthispigeon.co.uk to view a few of the birds in situ.

    arts funding, contemporary sculpture

    Simon Morse: The Butler’s Cough, Grey Area

    September 12, 2010

    In a week artists have rallied round a David Shrigley animation and a petition against cuts to public funding, a show which seems to offer its own discreet protest opened at Grey Area.

    The Butler’s Cough by Simon Morse draws polite attention to a series of 12 customised control panels, such as you might find in an otherwise out of bounds area of a hospital, school or office.

    In real life these mysterious boxes control heating, lighting, power, etc. Well, that is a guess. The fact is few know exactly what they do and how they operate.

    Nevertheless, we understand they form an essential part of the infrastructure and we know they are not to be tampered with. So too with the arts.

    Even at the best of times, arts organisations are called upon to justify their expenditure and explain what they do. There is a certain type of person only convinced by economic arguments.

    And yet the real work of art is as invisible as these machines. It makes adjustments to settings in our consciousness, and in our hearts and souls, if you want to speak in those terms.

    This may be a digression from such witty and suggestive sculptures as the one in the photo above, which like a good butler has coughed and then faded once more into the background.

    The Butler’s Cough by Simon Morse is at Grey Area, Brighton, until26 September 2010. Visit the gallery website for opening times and check out the artist’s website for more images.

    conceptual art, poetry, sound art

    Martin Creed, Work No. 117, All the sounds on a drum machine (1995), at The Poetry Library

    September 7, 2010

    Work No. 117 by Martin Creed is a jokey little number. It consists of an audio tape on which can be heard, as advertised, every noise on a drum machine played in sequence.

    As it runs the gamut of automated sounds, it sounds like an ironic comment on the technology used. The machine sounds, well, mechanical, and the recording format is obsolete.

    But now that it sits with the largest collection of modern poetry in Britain, its comic potential poses a problem for the serious business of verse.

    Poetry is both rhythm and metaphor. So next to this piece every word of every line of every poem here, in around 100,000 books, becomes a permutation of a slightly crap machine.

    Creed would not be the first to compare poetry with machines. In an introduction to a book of his essays, William Carlos Williams described the poem as a “machine made out of words”.

    And poets are well aware of the limitations of language. In The Four Quartets, T.S. Eliot already speaks of “a raid on the inarticulate/With shabby equipment always deteriorating”.

    Having said that, Work No.117 could have you nodding along. It has an irrefutable logic. It works. Once you get over the format and the kit, it even makes a serviceable poem.

    This artwork is one of three works by Martin Creed which have recently gone on display at The Southbank Centre Poetry Library, London.

    land art, Lewes

    Chris Drury, Heart of Reeds (2005)

    September 3, 2010

    As the heart relates to the body, so does this piece of land art relate to both its geographical setting as well as the social context in which it was created in 2005.

    Its location is a nature reserve in the centre of Lewes, a town of more than 16,000 people. Such wild habitats, it is implied, are the emotional wellspring of an urban population.

    And just as the heart connects with every other part of the physique, the project has pulled together teams of botanists, entomologists, environmentalists, landscape architects, planning officials, district councillors, arts bodies and fundraisers, as well as members of the general public.

    If art became the focus for all of these people, then nature was always central to the art. This is not a heart of oil paint or marble or even neon. The eponymous materials are water reeds.

    Yet the piece is designed to be looked at. Two spiral paths invite you to climb to a viewing area on a raised mound. This is just like any other panorama in the natural world, except we know that everything has been put here for a reason. Instead of brush strokes it has birdsong and crickets.

    In the absence of God, there is some comfort in a man made natural scene. The elevated view also confirms that the waterways trace out the shape of the organ which makes us most human.

    But this double vortex is taken from a cross section of the heart, which puts anatomy into the mix, alongside nature and art. This heart has many compartments. There is no centre.

    Get more info on the project website. You can find Heart of Reeds at Lewes Railway Land Nature Reserve, accessible from Railway Lane.

    contemporary art, outdoor sculpture, public art

    Heather & Ivan Morison, Luna Park (2010)

    August 31, 2010

    You would think it was put there for the children. The dinosaur stands at a picnic spot, 30ft high, robust enough to throw stones at, as some of the kids are doing. So close to a beach and a circus, a hoverport and an amusement arcade, it looks here like one more piece of spectacle.

    The locals are surprised by it, but perhaps not that surprised. Luna Park is based on the roadside attractions which crop up on highways in the US. We have that much context for this monster at least.

    In which case we might still raise an eyebrow at the origins of this piece. It was fabricated in Serbia by workers from a now-closed car factory. They used techniques used in making the ill-fated Yugo.

    This results in something looming, dark, scary and hollow, which could be seen as a warning against the ideology, as it were extinct, of the former Yugoslavia and the rest of the Eastern Bloc.

    But when the children ask the name of this dinosaur, a nearby plaque explains it is an Ultrasauros, a species which never existed. It is a chimera based on two separate sets of bone.

    So the work becomes a monument to scientific error and, if in any way a warning, then a warning based on false data. As popular entertainment, dinosaurs and socialism are still alive and well. Just take a look at this evidence gathered very near by…

    Luna Park is at Southsea Common, Portsmouth, until 10 October. The accompanying film, An Unreachable Country. A Long Way To Go, can be seen at the Aspex Gallery in the city centre. See website for opening times and directions.