Thursday, 31 May 2012

Crazy Little Thing Called Art

Like last summer, I find myself once again using my spare time to try and make further head way in understanding this crazy mass of relationships, events and history they call the art world. I have been reading 'The Turner Prize and British Art', published in 2007 by Tate. A few chapters took my fancy, but I particularly enjoyed one discussing the phenomenon of prizes in the cultural world, in which Mark Lawson, Grayson Perry and Lionel Shriver bat some thoughts about. I'd like to quote some snippets from it because they seem particularly articulate on the state of things.

GP (The Turner Prize) is contemporary art, yes. Alan Bennett said that there should be a sign outside the National Gallery, saying, you don't have to like everything, and I think that is something that needs to be rammed home again and again to people. You know, come to the Turner Prize, you might like none of it, you might like all of it. People don't feel qualified to discern because it's an alien language to them. The art world has its own language, and all contemporary art, to some extent, even if it's rebelling against it, is addressing the 'lingua franca' of contemporary art. I think you're a fool if you ignore its existence, because it's like someone going to France and shouting in English... You have got to acknowledge that contemporary art has its orthodoxies now. It has its history and its way of doing things. You pick up a kind of thought process of people in the art world from living around it for decades, because it's very isolated. It's not like the literary world where you have to take into consideration popularity, because the people who buy art are insiders on the whole. Most of the collectors want to be part of the difficult - now slightly glamorous - world of art. So in a way it doesn't matter what the public think. They can come along and look at this prize and say, rubbish. The only people who want it to be popular are museums. They want footfall.

ML You talk about centuries of approval and disapproval that have gone into great works of art. I have this argument with people from the Mail and the Telegraph all the time, because it seems to me amazing that they don't realise when they say filth in the Turner Prize or whatever, that middle-class favourites, for example, Judi Dench in Chekhov or Ian McKellan in Strindberg, were just as controversial at first. I mean there were literally riots on the first nights of these plays. Ibsen was accused of bringing sewage out of the streets into the theatres. There doesn't seem any acknowledgement of the process that most art is going to be against the middlebrow conventions of the time, if it's going to be any good.


I know its not quite what Mark Lawson is talking about, but I find it interesting that within my little year group at college, the people whose art I really objected to, only 6 months ago, are the people who actually now inspire me to 'go further'. As for Grayson Perry's argument, I usually use a similar analogy myself when explaining to people that art has its own language, that you really need to be versed in, before you can make an informed opinion. And actually its a bit arrogant to think that any tom, dick or harry, can take it at face value and write a letter of disgust to the Sun about it. I usually use the analogy of wine though. I can say I don't like the taste of a particular bottle... but it might be considered the best by a wine buff... something like that.

Tuesday, 8 May 2012

Some Images To Complement The Words...






These images won't make sense out of context, but they all demonstrate my style.. pretty versatile.. pretty lo-fi, and pretty cerebral!

...And Down We Go Again...

I never knew this career path would involve so much struggle, both internal & external. There's the struggle that goes on in the studio, documented in the sketchbook, as you try and unravel and tap into your ideas and logic. Then you've got the fact that trying to find out how to make a living from Art is like trying to find the holy grail. I mean man cannot live on fine ideas and beauty alone. I don't want to be an artist that sells little knick knacks for £30 each at the annual open studios. I want to be the artist having a major show in London :/

Monday, 9 April 2012

Re-Inspired, Phew!

After a week of feeling a bit deflated about the direction I am going in, I feel re-inspired, hurrah! I had fallen into a familiar groove of questioning whether the Fine Art degree was a total fool's errand. I know I am getting into debt and I'm never quite sure if its going to 'pay off'.  This doubt and introspection commonly occurs when you are rudely kicked out of college for these periods they call 'holidays'. Without the everyday structure, you suddenly slip into DOOOOOOOM!, wondering whether you should just go and get a job at the local electricity firm like everybody else. And maybe get a house on a new build estate. And maybe start wearing a tie. Anyway, a quick look today at the various Arts jobs bulletins around has reassured me that getting a Fine Art degree can only be a good thing, and that I still have the work experience accrued before returning to University. And even if I have to start at the bottom of the pile next year when I graduate, I will only be 33, which isn't really that old (is it? is it?), not in this day and age. And actually 33 is pretty early to find yourself where you want to be. I think in general, I need to weather set backs a bit better, and keep in mind my long term goals. Just don't ask for any great detail on what they are. Fuck wearing a tie.

Saturday, 4 February 2012

2nd Year, End of Year Show, Work in Progress

Thought I would take a minute to post about what I'm working on in the studio. I began the term, thinking about notions of loss and family. I attended my grandad's funeral in January and was interested to learn that he had been a draughtsman. On top of this, one of the readings at the funeral was an extract from one of my Dad's plays. My Dad has had Dementia since he was 50 so has long since become divorced from the person he once was. There are three strands of work currently in development in the studio which attempt to digest these ideas.. of heritage.. loss.. the 'fleeting-ness' of life, and how any truth about life can be so hard to pin down. Just when you've made an attempt to process it, it gets away from you again. I have been creating a sculpture by shredding a variety of fresh and found materials - remnants of fabric from my own stash and bought in from fabric shops, and flotsam and jetsom collected on walks around Exeter. The idea is that this pile of matter could be tucked into edges and corners at the exhibition, maybe where the wall meets the floor, or up and down the staircases. Another piece of work involves projecting a blurry photograph of this matter in situ. I may even try and get the projector to shake, emphasising this sense of the fleeting and elliptical nature of life. The third strand is some 'poetry'. Quotes from other artists and writers, text messages, random thoughts and graffitti created in moments of frustration. When all this text work has simmered down, I hope to have some concise words to intersperse with my objects for an installation.