Sunday, August 21, 2011

3 walks


1. a walk in space.
2. a mind walks
3. a walk in New York city. 

Elastic City is an art walking tour. But not your average ‘let me lead you around a gallery and explain art to you” kind of tour. Instead, they are walks created by artists to make audiences active participants in poetic experiences of a city. ‘Solar Alignment’, my space walk of the day was invented by local artists Neil Freeman which claimed to explore the way the sun synchronizes with the city, but actually delivered much more. The walk physically covered just a few blocks of the east village/china town/little italy, but mentally took us out of the neighbourhood, out of NYC, out of the country and into the vast sublime of the solar system. Our time was spent watching the sky, and the sun and the light and shadows move behind and over the city, but with each of these moments you became acutely aware that it was us, on this plant that was moving, not the sun. When you standing still for long enough you can see your shadow moving in tiny increments, BUT it isn’t moving at all - the earth is moving under it. Now I know that you all know this – the earth revolves around the sun big deal. But it’s very rare to have this knowledge so well illuminated that you see it and you feel it. Instead of feeling like we were 5 people walking along the sidewalk, we were 5 people standing on a planet, in space, within a solar system. It was a delight to talk and wlak and look and be surprised. It also gives me a kind of vertigo that makes me want to grip tightly onto something made of steel and cement. Don’t stop spinning world, I like gravity.

Walk 2 was located in an extensive exhibition of Francis Alys’ performative walks pieces at MOMA. It largely comprised of video, drawings, notes and diagrams that recorded his many many walks, so ironically I spent the entire afternoon sitting down in dark theatres and at small tables while I imagined his walks, here is a sample of my favourite video, which was both humours and poetic in its exploration of isolation and belonging:

- 64 Coldstream guards (you might know them as Beefeaters with the big black fuzzy hats) enter the city of London by different streets, unaware of one another’s route.
- The gurads wander through the city looking for each other
-  Upon meeting they fall into step and march together, looking for more gurads to join up with.
- When a square measuring 8 x 8 gurads has been built, the complete formation marches towards the closets bridge
- As they step onto the bridge, the guards break step and disperse.

And also this one...

"Sometimes making something turns into nothing."
In this walk he pushes a massive block of ice around the streets of mexico until it melts - oh the futility of creativity!





After all my mind blowing walking, I decided to hop off the subway 10 blocks early and digest my day of wandering and wondering, in the twilight and in the rain.

Thursday, August 4, 2011

Where is the art?

Its 5am. Coffee. Other things come to mind but mainly just that ... coffee.

I've been chatting this morning to the guys from I-Park in the USA about my residency there, coffee. It was an early call. Coffee. It's not yet dawn, but it was wonderful to talk about the work I want to make and comforting to hear how organised and supportive they are but also how open they are to artists processes and the development of work. I like them already. I like them like coffee. They provide food but I forgot to ask about coffee. hmmmm... I might need to organise that myself. And the house and studios sound wonderful. They asked me what time I like to get up. I said 10am. At 10:01 I have coffee.

I miss not being in the studio at the moment. I've noticed my agitation and restlessness at not making anything for a month - you have probably just notice that nothing arty has happened on the blog. Perhaps its the longest I've gone without making work. Coffee could help with that calculations. Some days its not just agitation it's a simmering distress like a caged animal that starts gnawing at its own leg. I'm pleading with the world "Enough with all the paper work!' "Stop sending me emails and forms".

RIP
Hannah Bertram formally know as 'The artist'
Cause of Death: Bureaucracy

Or maybe it wasn't the paper that killed her, but the balls that killed her? Remember that ad that was out a while ago, with all those coloured bouncy balls. They get released at the top of the hill and bounce all out of control and crazy like down the street. It looked like fun in the ad, but in life when your insanely busy and you 'drop the ball' or in my case 'balls' it's not fun. (coffee could also help to extend my early morning vocabulary). This week I have apologised to more people then I may have apologised to in my whole life. "Dear So-and-so, I'm really sorry I missed the meeting last week" ... "Dear So-and-so, I'm really sorry I haven't got around to sending you the catalogue images" .... "Dear So-and-so, I'm sorry.. "  "I'm sorry" "I'm sorry" "I'm sorry". Its quite humbling to have to be apologetic and to daily admit your flaws to people. Still, I'd rather have everything under control. I'd rather drink instant coffee with powdered milk than drop balls.

I'd rather be in the studio.

Saturday, July 16, 2011

Places I went. Things I did. Thoughts I had

Last week was a bit of a mish-mash of activities in the studio

1. I sorted through the meter high pile of stencils on top of my plan draws. Then cleaned out the 12 plan draws - I felt concerned that despite the ephemerality of my practice I have still accumulated vast amounts of paper/card and other art making residue. I often ponder a project that would forces me to use up all of the old stencils and drawings. The easiest option would of course be to re-enact Micheal Landy's 'Breakdown' exhibition in which he shreadded everything he owned, in order to explore issues of value and ownership, or I could make use of his Art Bin 


2. Made a paper-mache lions head hat for Brittany's Harry Potter costume, and a death eater costume for Jon.


3. Re-read Terry Smiths 'Provincialism's Problem'. Then read 5-6 articles around the Provincial Problem. Followed by 2 unrelated ABC Artworks podcasts, that both touched on examples of how we still suffer the cultural cringe in Australia.

4. Started doing my tax, whilst watching Gillard's announcement of a Carbon Tax Price. Got a bit conflicted, cause in theory I don't mind paying taxes - especially the carbon tax. Broadly speaking, I use a range of the services that taxes fund and from my egalitarian position I do believe that those who have more, should contribute towards those who have less. However, I spent hours and hours entering in every single receipt, even those amounts less than $1.00, in order to do what? Yep, pay less tax. Why is it so hard to live wholeheartedly without compromise?

5. Dug a whole in the garden to consider new ideas for work. Considered the whole. Thought: that's not a bad idea.

6. Drove to Lorne for the day to do a site visit for the 'Sculpturescape' exhibition. Came back to the cardboard tent idea again! Does this idea keep coming back because its worthwhile, or am i just stuck in a creative bog.

7. Went to the Vienna exhibition at the NGV, with my Dad, and spent several hours talking walking looking and wondering. We each brought our own separate knowledge: mine - the history of ornamentation and Dad's - of travels in Vienna and an understanding of broader world history, and we combined it with a love of talking about, around and through ideas.


8. I ended the week with a call asking if I could teach Landscape Painting and Drawing 1 day a week. This additional work load sent my already soupy head space through the blender, and i found myself initially overwhelmed with the amount of things I was trying to do. So after some cut-throat prioritising and a lengthy family meeting, I have decided to do the following; firstly I'm saying no to all social events, secondly I have decided that I won't be able to resolve my ideas for my trip to the US before I leave. I have a 3 week residency and so I need to rely on my own experience and expertise and trust that I am capable of turning up and creating the work once I arrive. I feel quite liberated by this, not just because its one less thing to do this month but also because I'm excited by the potential to respond more directly with the landscape when I arrive.

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

David Evans - Internal Temporal Order

Later this year I will be releasing a new website to document the 24 Hr Drawing Project, this will co-inside with another international 24 Hr Drawing Project - an event in which artists start and complete a work of art in a continuous 24 hour period. I'll keep you up to date with applications, website and dates.

But in the meantime, you should check out David Evans album 'Internal Temporal Order'. It's a beautiful and compelling album with quiet ambient sounds, eclectic rhythms, and endless loops of repetition that shift between being hypnotic and being surprising. Some of the tracks were produced during last years 24 Hr Drawing Project and so it's a brilliant example of what artists can achieve during this project.

Read more about it and have a listen here David Evans - Internal Temporal Order in Releases : Mess+Noise


Also note the patterned cover art by Louise Kellermen (another 24hr DP fellow). It is a great visual companion to the music, with its order/chaos and irregular patterning.

Monday, July 4, 2011

More on the cardboard tent.

Once the idea took on some physical form I could see chasm between intention and object - and it was deep wide and vast. The cardboard tent was meant to be a fragile temporary structure in which 2 elements of the environment could be revealed. From the outside the work would appear to be an unassuming banal cardboard structure, but inside it would be a decorated shrine in which visitors could intimately experience the materials of earth and light. But the gentleness of light and earth were quickly becoming overwhelmed by the thick heavy handed clunkiness that the mass of cardboard was forming.

A tent in my mind is a delicate temporary shelter, it yields to the wind, it absorbs the moisture of dew and rain, it reveals the light of day turning into night and then into dawn, inside it you can hear the environment moving and feel the uneven surface of ground and rocks and grass - unlike a building it is not severed from its environment. The mere shift of material from canvas to cardboard, however, dramatically eradicated these sensitive qualities.  In order to make it sturdy enough to withstand the elements, and because I need to engineer it in such a way that the walls could support the ceiling and it could be large enough to stand up in, the tent took on all the insulated presence and permanence of a double fronted brick veneer home.

What became clearer over a beer with an honest and generous friend was that I had created the opposite of my intentions. It was time for the tent to go.

Sunday, July 3, 2011

How to find the work

Three Canons

Be still with yourself
Until the object of your attention
Affirms your presence

Let the Subject generate its own Composition

When the image mirrors the man
And the man mirrors the subject
Something might take over

Minor White 1968

Thanks to Art Blart  - Look up this blog if your interested in exhibition reviews

Blurring the line between real life and theatre

Recently a friend sent me this link to a blog about an unassuming public performance project, just had a chance to check it out today and thought I'd share it with you.

Here's the link Momentary Performances: Atlanta