Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Friday, 22 January 2021

Interview with Sara Barker

22/01/21
Interview with Sara Barker

Sara Barker: undo the knot
CAMPLE LINE, Scotland
3​1 October 2020 – 30 January 2021

Sara Barker (b1980, Manchester, UK) uses a combination of materials – initially, rougher, cheaper ones, such as cardboard, and, later, more permanent metals such as steel, aluminium and brass, alongside glass and automotive paint – to create works that blur the boundaries between figuration and abstraction; sculpture, painting and drawing; and imagined and physical spaces. The tension in her pieces is felt viscerally by the viewer, who is drawn into a dialogue, already taking place between the works themselves. Heavily influenced by literature, poetry and language, Barker calls for human interaction with her creations.

 
Her exhibition undo the knot, on show at CAMPLE LINE, includes, for the first time, what Barker describes as “exploratory works” – her initial, rougher “sketches” – which are not yet fully resolved, leaving open questions. Part of her motivation to include these works was the change in her approach to her practice, brought about by the first lockdown, when she became incredibly aware of a sense of having too much, endless time, yet simultaneously of none of it being available. Working from home, instead of her studio, she sought to bring her full daily experience into her work – all of the mundane and profound moments of life. 
 
I spoke to Barker via Zoom about how lockdown altered her practice, the role of tension and fragmentation in her work, and how the building at CAMPLE LINE became a work in the exhibition in its own right.


Watch the interview here



 
 

Thursday, 7 January 2021

Interview with Jim Dine

07/01/21

Interview with Jim Dine

At the grand age of 85, Jim Dine (b1935, Cincinnati, Ohio) has a six-decade-long career under his belt, including nearly 300 solo shows. With a practice spanning painting, sculpture and poetry, he works uninterruptedly, and with as much dedication now as ever. His exhibition, A Day Longer, at Galerie Templon, Paris, showcases works made over the past three years, many finished during the first lockdown. It includes a new body of self-portraiture, alongside bronze sculptures, and his easily recognisable paintings into which he embeds tools and incorporates symbols from his personal iconography, such as hearts, skulls, veins and the comic character Pinocchio. The title of the exhibition, taken from one of his poems, is also the title of a newly published book of his poetry.

 



Read the full interview here





Thursday, 18 June 2020

Interview with Matthew Burrows

18/06/20
Interview with Matthew Burrows


Matthew Burrows (b1971, the Wirral) is a painter through and through, even though his strategies for approaching his work include numerous analogies to try to free himself from the weight of art history. His canvases are built up with thin layers of paint, creating the effect of a textured piece, woven in and out, much like a basket. He likes to think of the horizontals and verticals as a play between a structure that is given and a process that is open.

Burrows is also the artist behind the enormously successful #ArtistSupportPledge, a simple idea, launched on Instagram just before lockdown in the UK, and now a worldwide phenomenon, earning many artists more than ever before, and proving to be self-sustaining for the community. Using the hashtag #ArtistSupportPledge, artists and makers post works for sale on social media, which must be £200 or under, with the implicit promise that, once they have sold £1,000 worth, they will buy a work by someone else, thus feeding back into the economy, creating a form of subsistence culture.



Burrows studied as an undergraduate at Birmingham School of Art (1990-93) and graduated with a master’s degree in painting from the Royal College of Art in 1995. He lives and works in East Sussex, where the landscape, and his endurance runs through it, form an integral part of his practice. 

Burrows spoke to me for Studio International about how the pledge came about, his hopes and plans for its future, his thinking about his practice, and how he hopes to return to being a full-time artist very soon.

Read the full interview here





Friday, 10 January 2020

Review of In the Land of the Gods. Marc Chagall and the Greek World at the Musée National Marc Chagall, Nice

10/01/20
In the Land of the Gods
Marc Chagall and the Greek World
Musée National Marc Chagall, Nice
16 November 2019 – 27 April 2020

In the early 1950s, Marc Chagall (born 1887, Belarus) accepted the suggestion of his Greek publisher friend Tériade (real name Stratis Eleftheriadis) to illustrate a new edition of the second-century AD pastoral prose romance Daphnis and Chloe, attributed to Longus, and set on the Greek island of Lesbos, where the young shepherd and shepherdess fall in love. To get a feel for the country and its history and mythology, Chagall made two trips there, in 1952 and 1954. He also visited a wider range of tourist destinations, including Athens and Olympia. The Jewish artist was bowled over by what he described as “the land of the gods” – a country where every monument transports the visitor back several thousand years, yet with affinities to the ambience of the French Riviera, where he had made his home in Saint-Paul de Vence. What followed were series of illustrations, not only for Daphnis and Chloe, but also Homer’s Odyssey and Sappho’s poetry, and paintings, gouaches, ceramics and large-scale mosaics (for the faculty of law in Nice), and set and costume designs for the Paris Opera. Hellenic culture became mixed in with Chagall’s Jewish motifs and Old Testament illustrations and remained a prominent influence on his work until his death in 1985.


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Thursday, 28 June 2018

Review of Beyond Ophelia: A Celebration of Lizzie Siddal, Artist and Poet at Wightwick Manor & Gardens

28/06/18
Beyond Ophelia: A Celebration of Lizzie Siddal, Artist and Poet
Wightwick Manor & Gardens, Wolverhampton
1 March – 24 December 2018

She was described by William Rossetti as “a most beautiful creature with an air between dignity and sweetness with something that exceeded modest self-respect and partook of disdainful reserve,” and is best known as John Everett Millais’ Ophelia (1852) – the girl who caught pneumonia by lying in a cold bath for hours while he painted – and her widower Dante Gabriel Rossetti’s posthumous Beata Beatrix (1863). Lizzie Siddal (1829-62), born Siddall, but persuaded by Rossetti to drop an L for reasons of style and association, was well aware of the conundrum of her situation, valued, as a woman, for her appearance and as a muse for the male artists of the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood, while striving to be loved for her character and her own naive artistic abilities. Her incomplete poem, The Lust of the Eyes, begins with the following perceptive lines summing up how it must have felt to be “used” in this way, rather than “nurtured” as a whole woman – and the wife she long waited to become: “I care not for my Lady’s soul / Though I worship before her smile; / I care not where be my Lady’s goal / When her beauty shall lose its wile.”


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Thursday, 17 September 2015

Interview with Sun Yi

17/09/15
Interview: Sun Yi

Sun Yi: Sidelines
Presented by ART.ZIP
Candid Arts Trust Gallery 
14-20 September 2015

“As a child, I didn’t understand the definition of being an artist,” says recent Slade graduate, Sun Yi (born 1988), in his typically philosophical manner. “Sometimes there are remains from the ancient past and people call these artworks; then, if they know who made them, these people are called ‘artists’. If I’m a teacher, I have to go to school to teach every day; if I’m a postman, I have to ride around the city delivering mail every day – but what do artists do? Someone might say: ‘I haven’t had any inspiration or made any work for 10 years,’ but he is still an artist. It’s a different phenomenon. It’s hard to define. These people do what they like and they write about what they want, so, if that’s an artist, maybe I am an artist too.”


In his artist statement, Sun continues: “Art, as far as I have practised it, seems to me like water, tasteless, but you could never live without it. Whatever forms it takes, I get bored as the excitement fades and as time passes, I even forget it ever existed.” What becomes clear, talking to Sun, is that his practice, to a large extent, is about playfulness and exploration. An idea he reiterates numerous times throughout our conversation is: “Really, it’s just about being playful. I don’t like to do things with a purpose.” But what makes a work of art, I ask? “I had a tutor at the Slade,” Sun recalls, “who always said we could only do art by making things. In my mind, there are the things I want to make, and then I make them: so these could be artworks.”

I wonder, then, what he makes of artists like Duchamp, with his readymades? “Oh, it’s still making something,” Sun says without hesitation, “because he moves the object somewhere new. It’s all about an action of the mind or an action of the body – that’s the practice that declares whether something’s a work or not. Even a photograph: it’s not by the machine, because you press the button. That’s the action of your making it.”


When setting out on a new work, Sun doesn’t have any expectation as to how it will look once finished. “It’s like an architectural concept that pushes me to make my work,” he explains. “I don’t know the final result. I don’t mean the kind of architectural design that’s separate from the actual fabricating of the building, like we have today, but more in the vein of Antoni Gaudí, who made the whole building himself. His time was the building’s time. He could change the work during the process. Architects today can’t do this. In my work, I can change things during the process. It’s not really necessary to follow any structure.”

Sun works with many different media and is continually responding to every day things. His works aren’t invested with any particular meaning, as he prefers to let viewers bring along their own interpretations. In addition, meaning doesn’t come from any one work in isolation; it’s about the exchange of things. In 2014, Sun put together a performance in Beijing that embodied this idea quite literally. Called the One Cent project, it comprised Sun inviting audience members to buy his paintings for one cent a piece. If they didn’t have a one cent coin, however, but still wanted to buy something, they could exchange something of theirs, which they deemed appropriate in value. What remained at the end – Sun’s work, coins and objects exchanged – was documented photographically. “Again,” Sun says, “it was a playful work. But it asked people to think about the world we live in and its systems. It was humorous, but it was also quite political.”


At university in China, Sun began reading German classical philosophy for pleasure. “I don’t think it’s exactly necessary knowledge for an artist,” he says. “It was more of a personal hobby.” But his encounters with Kant and Wittgenstein gave him a different angle from which to analyse things. “Sometimes talking about an artwork involves thinking about a particular theory. Philosophy, art and science – they belong to the same ideology.” 

Concepts play an important role in Sun’s creativity, although he is not sure whether he would class himself a conceptual artist. “My work depends on a concept and my work can be a concept too, but I don’t necessarily know what that concept is. Some concepts are unknown, but they’re still conceptual.” As ever, we teeter on the brink of some truly epistemological debate. Sun continues by drawing a distinction between inspiration and ideas. “Inspiration is generated from somewhere,” he explains, “from nowhere even, but ideas are under the control of the mind. I can create ideas through drawing. Drawing, for me, is something I can do everywhere. You have to keep your mind open and accept everything you possibly can accept, then inspiration will come. The mind is changing all the time. Memory can create ideas from previous inspiration.” Sun considers drawing to be his primary medium. “For me, the most comfortable thing is the small object. I like drawing on paper, small-scale. The area should be no bigger than the size of your hand. I think this comes from my calligraphy practice, learning to enjoy your drawing freely, without big movements and without pressure.”


For his suspended newspaper works, where images are drawn out and (con)texts obliterated, Sun works on one side of the page, but the work, as he sees it, is on the other side. “That’s why I display them suspended, so people can see both sides. There are lots of possible interpretations of the work. For me, it’s about the news, every day life, the concept of copying, ideologies. But it really doesn’t matter – people can make their own interpretations. When I started making these works, I had no reason for using newspapers, in particular – it was just being playful. I have been asked what I have learnt from using them, but I haven’t got an answer to that yet. I don’t think I can learn things from art, or my art practice, in the same way that I can learn a language or learn knowledge. Art is a kind of passive learning, or a form of experiencing. It’s illumination.”


Sun is currently playing with the concept of 3D drawing, working with found wire, wood and nails. He sees drawing as much more than just pencil marks on paper. For example, he considers both Lucio Fontana’s slashed canvases and On Kawara’s time paintings to be drawings. “Drawing can also be a performance. Bas Jan Ader went cycling along the canal in Amsterdam and then fell into the river. That is like a drawing as well. Drawing, for me, is a big concept to develop.” But does it necessarily involve a line? “Yes. Always. And time.”


Sun grew up practising calligraphy from the age of five. “I don’t like to call Chinese calligraphy ‘calligraphy’,” he says, “because the translation is ‘writing principle’. I prefer to call it this. It’s about line. It can be art, in a way, but it’s about meaning too. There’s a practical side.” However, he describes his practice today as being “quite like Chinese calligraphy. We do it again and again to make it better; we practise it. I think artwork can be done in that way as well. You can add things or cut things out. Work can be generated at different times.” He will never make an exact copy of a work, however. He couldn’t, he says, because time, place and person have all changed. He could make a newer version, perhaps; something bigger; something brighter. Just not the same again.

Sun studied for a BA in Painting at the Faculty of Oriental Art, NanKai University, Tianjin (2008-12). His was a small, independent department, with a class of just 10 students a year, and there was quite a Western skew to the training, which included outdoor and life painting, sketching and Western art history, but also calligraphy. In 2011, he spent six months in Spain as an exchange student and then he came to London – by way of a language course in Cambridge – to study at the Slade from 2013-15. London, actually, was Sun’s third choice. Initially he wanted to go to Paris, but was disappointed by the school, when he went to visit. Next came Berlin, but the language barrier was a problem. English, Sun felt, would be easier to master than German. That said – despite his fluent and very British English – Sun still claims to find the language a struggle. He originally applied for the MA course at the Slade, but moved to the MFA, as it required less written work – leaving, of course, beneficially more space for his actual art practice. Sun nevertheless enjoyed the course’s set reading – and responded with plenty of writing. “It just wasn’t in English,” he smiles.

Sun is actually an avid poet. “Our life needs poems, nowadays,” he explains. “Especially in China. We’re very busy in the city and life is quite tough and relationships are difficult. We’re losing things from human nature. A poem can be a very pure sensation. It’s like a reaction to the physical world. It’s a way to express things. I think the word is much more immediate than the artwork to communicate what you want to say, but it also can confuse people.”

Later this autumn, Sun will return to China, before heading stateside to further his studies. Where exactly, he’s not yet sure, but “somewhere on the East Coast, possibly New York”. Ultimately, he intends to return to China and establish his studio there. After his time spent in the West, does his work still have an Oriental influence to it? “Yes, of course,” Sun replies. “It’s not really changed a lot since coming to the UK. I can’t change my DNA. Now it’s a cross-fertilised cultural field – but I can’t give up the Eastern influence.”


Images all © the artist


Wednesday, 17 June 2015

Review of Roni Horn: Butterfly Doubt at Hauser & Wirth, London

17/06/15
Hauser & Wirth, London
5 June – 25 July 2015

“The world is wasted on the young. Youth is my oyster.” The walls of Hauser & Wirth London’s north galleries are currently plastered with such statements: inverted idioms, pickled proverbs, experimental poetry of a surreal nature. Roni Horn (b1955) uses words as her motifs, moving them about to suit her canvas, engendering new forms of expression, sometimes speaking with a greater clarity than the original material.



Her exhibition, which spans both north and south galleries, is made up of three recent series: the just described Hack Wit (2013-14), Or (2014) and Remembered Words (2013). Each is made using her surgical method of cutting up two original drawings and splicing them together, carefully tessellating the pieces. The results are at first seemingly random, creating nonsensical jigsaws but, on closer inspection, there are threads and links running through the works. Nothing is arbitrary.




Wednesday, 19 March 2014

Review of Astrid Svangren at Maria Stenfors

19/03/14
Astrid Svangren:
before me: I roll in the snow/ rotating/ raveling/ turned/ twisted/ to an expression of instance

behind me: peonies/ disassemble/ loosen up/ breaking down/ collapsing

beside me: enfleurage/ ointmentlike/ perfumed solids/ without body/ engulfed/ collected/ to a given

under me: loose materials/ mishmash/ knocking/ beating/ leaf buds/ opening/ chlorophyll/ watercolor/ unfolding/ fold in

over me: froth of sugar/ corals/ sea anemones/ jellyfish/ seasnails/ all is viewed/ lulling/ as long as it lasts
Maria Stenfors
14 March – 26 April 2014
Swedish-born, Copenhagen-resident artist Astrid Svangren (b. 1972) is not one for short titles. The above poem serves as both the title of the exhibition and as the title of each of the seven works within. And actually it describes them better than any other combination of words I might seek to contrive. I can but try, regardless.
Candy coloured sheets of plexiglass hang like barriers, separating one world from another; one dream’s landscape colliding with a fragment of the next; a window; a mirror; a wall.

Blue: like the ocean, inscribed with the words of the poem-cum-all-purpose-title, scratched and scuffed, graffitied, distorting what lies on either side.
Pink: daubed with candlewax and cellophane. Like sweet wrappers or confetti. The ground upon which a painting has been born. Look a little closer and maybe it’s not as enticing as it seems. Is there something awry in this gingerbread house? Was it the scene of a tussle? Of something more angry and violent? Are the stains and substances not what one at first perceives?

Black and white: hung flat against the wall. Like a net curtain, there’s the desire to lift a corner and peak through the window. Black scrawls and red splashes. Again we pause to question whether we’d actually want to see more, were we able. Two pink silk crescents at the top: horns or lingerie, either way the suggestion is of adult play…
…which involves, perhaps, the cascade of ostrich feathers hanging nearby?...
…themselves mirrored by a tumbling down of yellow silk and horsehair, cellophane and elastic strings. Each work takes something from the last and passes something on to the next. There is a narrative being woven, albeit with breaks. These fragments – each from a story of their own – come together to tell an overarching other.

And fragments from each are hung out to dry on the frame in the neighbouring room. Dried lemons, hair grips, Japanese silk, balloons, metal wire, tights, sponge, beads… Domestic yet strangely uncanny, an unknown magic or voodoo. Again, drawing you in to peer curiously, but then that recurrent uncertainty: Will I like what I find?
At the farthest corner, a mirror reflects it all back. Daubed and scratched, smeared and painted over. Standing too low to be seen into without crouching. Black roots reaching into the ground – that which persists, stubborn and resilient, or that which takes root afresh, striving forth towards a new existence, the next life, reincarnation? The caterpillar becomes the moth. Or is it the butterfly?

Who is directing this tale? The dream or the dreamer? The artist or the viewer? all is viewed/ lulling/ as long as it lasts.


Images:

Installation shots © the artist and Maria Stenfors