There are Bienial wolves all around the city center, they pop up in lots of places. They are mostly black but I spotted this red one at the Bluecoat Gallery. What they mean?
Love this description: "The wolves echo an eternal, universal city yet describe something feral and disruptive of everyday experience".
http://www.thisistomorrow.info/viewA...aspx?artId=495
Interesting... and a bit of irony there too. Of course the symbol of Rome, known as the eternal city, is the wolf suckling the twins Romulus and Remus. But I am not sure the Liverpool wolf is meant to be related to the wolf of Rome is it?
Monday, 29 November 2010
Wednesday, 24 November 2010
FACT and Mike Stubbs bed-in
I am envy.
I did applied to the ‘Bed-in’ in the Bluecoat but…not successful…
Never mind. Maybe next time.
I think this is very interesting project.
Tuesday, 23 November 2010
History of Photography lesson and Ernest Shackleton polar expedition in Maritime Museum
rnest Shackleton, a British polar explorer, hired Frank Hurley to record, in still and moving pictures, an expedition to Antarctica, the last unexplored region on Earth. By 1914, Norway had beaten England to both the North and South poles. Now, as war loomed in Europe, Shackleton determined to win for England another polar prize: a trek across Antarctica on foot. Hoping to partly finance the expedition through advance sale of photographic, movie, and story rights, Shackleton hired Hurley. By seeking beauty in icy bleakness, Hurley changed expedition photography forever. Instead of routinely recording day-by-day activities, Hurley chose to tell a dramatic story. He produced a saga that endures in his stunning photographs.
From England the Endurance sails southward via Madeira, Montevideo, and Buenos Aires. There she loads supplies and picks up both Ernest Shackleton, leader of the expedition, and Frank Hurley, an Australian photographer who will film the expedition for Shackleton’s fund-raising Imperial Trans Antarctic Film Syndicate. Hurley had been photographer and filmmaker for Australian explorer Douglas Mawson’s 1911 expedition. Shackleton had picked Hurley after seeing his film of the Mawson expedition, “Home of the Blizzard.” Kodak contributed equipment to the expedition and exhibited Hurley’s photos in Kodak stores.
On South Georgia, Hurley shows how he works: He and two expedition officers carry some 40 pounds of camera gear up a mountaintop so that he can photograph the Endurance at anchor far below, surrounded by a wondrous snow-streaked landscape.
Hurley writes in his diary several days after the Endurance encounters the Weddell Sea ice, “All day we have been utilizing the ship as a battering ram.” Hurley clambers up a mast to get photos of the ship, which is “shattering the floes in grand style.” Where most men see nothing but ice and water and peril, Hurley inevitably sees beauty. To him, icebergs are “magnificent forms.” One day he aims his camera at “a fine cuniform mass 200 feet high.” In his diary he describes what he did next: “I photographed.”
Hurley shifts frequently from still to motion-picture camera. When seals suddenly appear, swimming and splashing around the ship, Hurley grabs his movie camera; he wants to record action. One day, to the amazement of crewmen, he lashes his “cinematograph machine” on the end of the top-gallant yard so that he can get aerial views of the pack ice. Another day he joins a scientific party off to inspect an iceberg seven and a half miles from the ship. He likes to photograph the majestic icebergs with both still and movie cameras. Once, ice began to give way and he almost fell through.
Hurley “is a marvel,” writes Frank Worsley, captain of the Endurance. “[W]ith cheerful Australian profanity he perambulates alone aloft & everywhere, in the most dangerous & slippery places he can find, content & happy at all times but cursing so if he can get a good or novel picture. Stands bare & and hair waving in the wind, where we are all gloved and helmeted, he snaps his snaps or winds his handle turning out curses of delight & pictures of Life by the fathom.”
http://library.thinkquest.org/CR0215022/explorers.htm
What an interesting information was presented today in the lesson about history of photography and photography exhibition in Maritime Museum about arctic explorers and Ernest Shackleton polar expedition!
It had brought to me a lot of memories from my childhood reading. I already don’t remember exactly which books I had read but I remember the name of Jack London only. He wrote about brave people and about Alaska probably.
How pity that nowadays children are too busy and don’t read the books. It is understandable – they read facebook and play computers games.
In my childhood we didn’t have nor the computers but first TV had only two programmes – news and sport. So we had read the books.
I wonder…climate are changing…nobody really know how, what if Gulfstream will change? And will become polar freezing in British islands? I think it is interesting subject for new blockbuster for Tim Burton or Luc Besson?
I think it is pity that I didn’t saw in the Polar exhibition school children. It is should be very interesting for them in my opinion. Maybe I am wrong.
The pictures are amazing! Frank Hurley was a real hero of his time. I can imagine how he loved his hobby (or work?) if he risked his life and in the face of death kept taking pictures and recorded such a difficult expedition.
Sunday, 21 November 2010
Martin's installation is about drugs in my opinion. I am not surprised - the old town and especially "Red light district" overload by drugs and drugs dillers. I thought about it and I realised that it is probably very difficult for Amsterdam's parents to educate their children about drugs. I don''t know...I think it is wrong. But...there are no legal drugs in Liverpool but anyway are a lot of drug addicted people.
Martin Kippenberger, Dortmund (DE) 1953 - Vienna (AT), 1997
Untitled, 1989 Metal, glass, light bulb, cable
Untitled, 1989 Metal, glass, light bulb, lacquer, cable
Untitled, 1989 Metal, glass, light bulb, lacquer, cable
Kippenblinky, 1991 Plastic, cardboard, wood, metal, light bulb
Jetzt gehe ich in den Birkenwald, denn meine Pillen wirken bald / Now I Am Going Into the Birch Wood, My Pills Will Soon Start Doing Me Good, 1991
Cardboard, plastic, offset prints, metal, wood
Collection Estate Martin Kippenberger, Galerie Gisela Capitain, Cologne
Martin Kippenberger’s work centers on the role of the artist in the culture, drawing upon popular culture, art, architecture, music, history and his own life. He was an exceptional appropriator— nothing and no one is sacred—and much of his work can be viewed as self-portraiture, as he adopted, transformed and absorbed his subjects. Birkenwald was first produced as a room- size installation using the trunks of actual birch trees installed from floor to ceiling in his exhibition at Galerie Anders Tornberg in Lund, Sweden, in 1990. The title reflects Kippenberger’s play with language, as he reconstructs a forest complete with over- size pharmaceuticals and branded pills to enhance the journey. Kippenberger typically produced alternative versions of many
of his works, and presented here is the “artificial” and “portable” version using photographic replicas of the original birch trees, together with a selection of Lanterns, which he began to produce in 1988 in the south of Spain. Twisted, bent, turned into a periscope and made split-legged, their anthropomorphic qualities can also be read as self-portraiture.
Untitled, 1989 Metal, glass, light bulb, cable
Untitled, 1989 Metal, glass, light bulb, lacquer, cable
Untitled, 1989 Metal, glass, light bulb, lacquer, cable
Kippenblinky, 1991 Plastic, cardboard, wood, metal, light bulb
Jetzt gehe ich in den Birkenwald, denn meine Pillen wirken bald / Now I Am Going Into the Birch Wood, My Pills Will Soon Start Doing Me Good, 1991
Cardboard, plastic, offset prints, metal, wood
Collection Estate Martin Kippenberger, Galerie Gisela Capitain, Cologne
Martin Kippenberger’s work centers on the role of the artist in the culture, drawing upon popular culture, art, architecture, music, history and his own life. He was an exceptional appropriator— nothing and no one is sacred—and much of his work can be viewed as self-portraiture, as he adopted, transformed and absorbed his subjects. Birkenwald was first produced as a room- size installation using the trunks of actual birch trees installed from floor to ceiling in his exhibition at Galerie Anders Tornberg in Lund, Sweden, in 1990. The title reflects Kippenberger’s play with language, as he reconstructs a forest complete with over- size pharmaceuticals and branded pills to enhance the journey. Kippenberger typically produced alternative versions of many
of his works, and presented here is the “artificial” and “portable” version using photographic replicas of the original birch trees, together with a selection of Lanterns, which he began to produce in 1988 in the south of Spain. Twisted, bent, turned into a periscope and made split-legged, their anthropomorphic qualities can also be read as self-portraiture.
Stedelijk Museum, Amsterdam
It was amesing to seen Liverpudlian girl in Amsterdam's Stedelijk!
I remember her from Liverpool's TATE.
Rineke Dijkstra, Sittard (NL), 1959
Lives and works in Amsterdam (NL)
Ruth Drawing Picasso, 2009
6’36” (loop), HD video, color, sound
Collection Stedelijk Museum, Amsterdam
In Rineke Dijkstra’s video projection, a schoolgirl sits on the floor as part of a museum education class, drawing Picasso’s painting The Weeping Woman. As viewers, we do not see the painting; we see only the girl lost in concentration, drawing what she observes. Filmed using a single, static camera angle, the image resembles a photographic portrait. Like Dijkstra’s earlier photographic and video work, Ruth Drawing Picasso concerns itself with the photographic subject, encouraging us to observe closely the pose and gestures of the young girl. For Taking Place, this work will appear in rotation with Dijkstra’s video I See a Woman Crying (The Weeping Woman), both of which were created as part of the spring 2010 exhibition The Fifth Floor: Ideas Taking Space in Tate Liverpool and based on school classes visiting the collection.
Museum of contemporary art Stedelijk - is amasing place to visit! It is big and new. There are no permanent collection of art and a lot of gallery spaces are empty, but empty spaces are very big and fresh painted and I found some impression to find in the labirints of gallery some of it. The windows are covered and every space had own misterious charm and colour.
Exhibition is interesting.
Lives and works in Amsterdam (NL)
Ruth Drawing Picasso, 2009
6’36” (loop), HD video, color, sound
Collection Stedelijk Museum, Amsterdam
In Rineke Dijkstra’s video projection, a schoolgirl sits on the floor as part of a museum education class, drawing Picasso’s painting The Weeping Woman. As viewers, we do not see the painting; we see only the girl lost in concentration, drawing what she observes. Filmed using a single, static camera angle, the image resembles a photographic portrait. Like Dijkstra’s earlier photographic and video work, Ruth Drawing Picasso concerns itself with the photographic subject, encouraging us to observe closely the pose and gestures of the young girl. For Taking Place, this work will appear in rotation with Dijkstra’s video I See a Woman Crying (The Weeping Woman), both of which were created as part of the spring 2010 exhibition The Fifth Floor: Ideas Taking Space in Tate Liverpool and based on school classes visiting the collection.
Museum of contemporary art Stedelijk - is amasing place to visit! It is big and new. There are no permanent collection of art and a lot of gallery spaces are empty, but empty spaces are very big and fresh painted and I found some impression to find in the labirints of gallery some of it. The windows are covered and every space had own misterious charm and colour.
Exhibition is interesting.
I like Barbara Kruger's installation. It is quite psychedelic environment she had created from only two colours - black and white and only from different size of letters. Exhibition's room is so big and it is overload of black-and-white letters and quotes of famous people, I felt myself smal and confused and the same feelings I felt when I spend a lot of my time to read news online. Information superhighway owerloaded my brain and usually it was negative and shocking information...I feel I need to stop and turn computer off but I had continue to red those stupid information.
Barbara Kruger, Newark NJ (US), 1945
Lives and works in Los Angeles CA and New York NY (US)
Past / Present / Future, 2010
Digital printing on vinyl
Courtesy of the artist
Barbara Kruger’s work with pictures and words addresses mass culture’s representations of power, identity and sexuality. As she has stated, “I work with pictures and words because they have the ability to determine who we are, what we want to be, and what we become.” The range of Kruger’s works is broad—from photographic prints on paper and vinyl to videos, room-size installations, public commissions, printed matter, and a variety of merchandise. Using the language of direct address and words like “you,” “me,” “we,” and “they,” her works reach out into the social space of the spectator.
In this installation—designed especially for the building’s largest gallery, known as the Hall of Honor—Kruger’s wraps the floor and walls with printed texts that “speak” directly and loudly to the spectator in a chorus of voices. Her provocative, emotionally charged statements about how people regard and treat each other disrupt the decorum of a traditional museum space. Bringing the world into her work and her work into the world, she confronts stereotypes and clichés, shattering them with a rigorous critique, a generous empathy and a sharp wit.
Barbara Kruger, Newark NJ (US), 1945
Lives and works in Los Angeles CA and New York NY (US)
Past / Present / Future, 2010
Digital printing on vinyl
Courtesy of the artist
Barbara Kruger’s work with pictures and words addresses mass culture’s representations of power, identity and sexuality. As she has stated, “I work with pictures and words because they have the ability to determine who we are, what we want to be, and what we become.” The range of Kruger’s works is broad—from photographic prints on paper and vinyl to videos, room-size installations, public commissions, printed matter, and a variety of merchandise. Using the language of direct address and words like “you,” “me,” “we,” and “they,” her works reach out into the social space of the spectator.
In this installation—designed especially for the building’s largest gallery, known as the Hall of Honor—Kruger’s wraps the floor and walls with printed texts that “speak” directly and loudly to the spectator in a chorus of voices. Her provocative, emotionally charged statements about how people regard and treat each other disrupt the decorum of a traditional museum space. Bringing the world into her work and her work into the world, she confronts stereotypes and clichés, shattering them with a rigorous critique, a generous empathy and a sharp wit.
Tuesday, 16 November 2010
Feelings
My today’s research involves looking at the role of participants and pieces of art in art galleries and art gallery space, using the gallery as an immersive space for experiencing and interpreting artworks and my feelings when I inside the gallery space environment. Using the Walker Art Gallery’s and TATE’s sculpture collections and exhibition as inspiration, I tried to compare sculptures and space around it, my feelings and emotions inside the exhibition space.
I like classic sculptures more than contemporary sculptures.
When I visited sculptures room in the ground floor of Walker Gallery, I always do my walk through sculptures room and every time I saw something new and wonderful. It is strange, the same collection and the same sculptures but it is different all the time. Maybe it is depend from my mood? I don’t know. Probably…
I really adore those old sculptors! They spend so many times and emotions, talent and efforts to produce those brilliant pieces of art. Timeless and amazing!
My feelings in sculpture’s room remind me my feelings in the church or ancient cemetery. Maybe it because all those models and people died long time ago and long time ago was died whole epoch and culture of producing such brilliant pieces of art.
When I visited Walker’s sculptures I have a great desire to sit beside it and thinking about life, future and poetry and drawing it. I mesmerised by old sculptures room spiritual atmosphere.
Today I have chance to compare my feelings. I went to the TATE sculptures rooms to explore this concept about feelings of space. There is absolutely different environment. I like pink wall and whole exhibition. Behind every contemporary sculpture in the first place is name and period of time-epoch when every sculptor-personality was produced his art work. There are not so important how efforts and talent the sculptor put to the work. In the TATE sculpture’s room not so important each piece of art but whole collection and exhibition’s room atmosphere. The atmosphere is absolutely different if compare to the Walker’s sculptures. It is cheerful and optimistic, for me, in my opinion, today. Of course some sculpture left to me feelings that sculptor are cheating my aesthetic taste. Everybody can produce the same and without any art education and talent…but in the first place in the contemporary art is – the name. I dislike Damien Hirst’s “Shark” or Tracy Emin’s “Bed” but who cares? It is the names. Who I am to judge it?
Poetry from A. S. J. Tessimond:
The British
We are a people living in shells and moving
Crablike; reticent, awkward, deeply suspicious;
Watching the world from a corner of half-closed eyelids,
Afraid lest someone show that he hates or loves us,
Afraid lest someone weep in the railway train.
We are coiled and clenched like a foetus clad in armour.
We hold our hearts for fear they fly like eagles.
We grasp our tongues for fear they cry like trumpets.
We listen to our own footsteps. We look both ways
Before we cross the silent empty road.
We are a people easily made uneasy,
Especially wary of praise, of passion, of scarlet
Cloaks, of gesturing hands, of the smiling stranger
In the alien hat who talks to all or the other
In the unfamiliar coat who talks to none.
We are afraid of too-cold thought or too-hot
Blood, of the opening of long-shut shafts or cupboards,
Of light in caves, of X-rays, probes, unclothing
Of emotion, intolerable revelation
Of lust in the light, of love in the palm of the hand.
We are afraid of, one day on a sunny morning,
Meeting ourselves or another without the usual
Outer sheath, the comfortable conversation,
And saying all, all, all we did not mean to,
All, all, all we did not know we meant.
(A. S. J. Tessimond)
I like classic sculptures more than contemporary sculptures.
When I visited sculptures room in the ground floor of Walker Gallery, I always do my walk through sculptures room and every time I saw something new and wonderful. It is strange, the same collection and the same sculptures but it is different all the time. Maybe it is depend from my mood? I don’t know. Probably…
I really adore those old sculptors! They spend so many times and emotions, talent and efforts to produce those brilliant pieces of art. Timeless and amazing!
My feelings in sculpture’s room remind me my feelings in the church or ancient cemetery. Maybe it because all those models and people died long time ago and long time ago was died whole epoch and culture of producing such brilliant pieces of art.
When I visited Walker’s sculptures I have a great desire to sit beside it and thinking about life, future and poetry and drawing it. I mesmerised by old sculptures room spiritual atmosphere.
Today I have chance to compare my feelings. I went to the TATE sculptures rooms to explore this concept about feelings of space. There is absolutely different environment. I like pink wall and whole exhibition. Behind every contemporary sculpture in the first place is name and period of time-epoch when every sculptor-personality was produced his art work. There are not so important how efforts and talent the sculptor put to the work. In the TATE sculpture’s room not so important each piece of art but whole collection and exhibition’s room atmosphere. The atmosphere is absolutely different if compare to the Walker’s sculptures. It is cheerful and optimistic, for me, in my opinion, today. Of course some sculpture left to me feelings that sculptor are cheating my aesthetic taste. Everybody can produce the same and without any art education and talent…but in the first place in the contemporary art is – the name. I dislike Damien Hirst’s “Shark” or Tracy Emin’s “Bed” but who cares? It is the names. Who I am to judge it?
Poetry from A. S. J. Tessimond:
The British
We are a people living in shells and moving
Crablike; reticent, awkward, deeply suspicious;
Watching the world from a corner of half-closed eyelids,
Afraid lest someone show that he hates or loves us,
Afraid lest someone weep in the railway train.
We are coiled and clenched like a foetus clad in armour.
We hold our hearts for fear they fly like eagles.
We grasp our tongues for fear they cry like trumpets.
We listen to our own footsteps. We look both ways
Before we cross the silent empty road.
We are a people easily made uneasy,
Especially wary of praise, of passion, of scarlet
Cloaks, of gesturing hands, of the smiling stranger
In the alien hat who talks to all or the other
In the unfamiliar coat who talks to none.
We are afraid of too-cold thought or too-hot
Blood, of the opening of long-shut shafts or cupboards,
Of light in caves, of X-rays, probes, unclothing
Of emotion, intolerable revelation
Of lust in the light, of love in the palm of the hand.
We are afraid of, one day on a sunny morning,
Meeting ourselves or another without the usual
Outer sheath, the comfortable conversation,
And saying all, all, all we did not mean to,
All, all, all we did not know we meant.
(A. S. J. Tessimond)
Thursday, 11 November 2010
Poppy Day and art history
I am under impression by today’s morning lecture.
Well, it was not professional lecture, absolutely boring and without any sense and structure. It was named ‘Chamunda’. I am not quite sure, maybe it was name of first slide of her PowerPoint presentation?
However, it should be finished by 11 o’clock and all decent people of the country should be hold two-minutes' silence in honour to all the servicemen and women who fought and still fighting in wars for their country.
But at 11o’clock she has not finished a lecture and our Professor – very politically correct and polite gentleman did not interrupt her speech and we do not keep the two minutes of silence.
Disgrace…
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