these are the four small postcard paintings that i submitted to the recent rca secret exhibition at the royal college of art...
they were not signed on the front, nor do they have any titles...
other than the ubiquitous roman numerals...
untitled i, ii, iii and iv, 2010if any environmental influence were needed for these four abstracts then maybe these four photographs might suffice to illustrate (i am now recycling some of my blog images since a quick delve into the image folder revealed over 1500 used on this blog so far!)
lake, early morning
winter field in fog
a long view of the fens
stubble field with frosti received an email this week from someone who had bought one of my secret postcards at the aforementioned rca exhibition, which was nice - but i wonder who might have bought the others..? since the exhibition was a 'secret' the works were displayed in a random order, so my postcards would not have been displayed together. you can view all 2800 postcards on the rca secret website, with the artists' names now revealed. i've been having another browse through the secret archive...who'd have guessed this was a genuine Grayson Perry?
[grayson perry, rca secret postcard, 2010]i wonder which artist grayson perry could possibly be referring to, with the big, vaguely spiritual shiny sculpture..? hmm, could it be..? the room filled with people reading text panels made me chuckle, a rather laborious task which seems to be a prerequisite at any curated exhibition, because we must first know and then we can fully appreciate the art in context... and what of the never-heard-of artist in the isolated project space..? those sparsely occupied white cubicles where the art is often presented in the minimalist manner of a forensic investigation - collections of things in cabinets, suspended in space or more fugitive offerings on the floor, or perhaps a projected video playing on a loop - but it'll be too dark to read the text panel... we have all been there...perhaps this all hints at perry's cynicism towards much contemporary art - that of spectacle and performance. grayson perry is a british artist whose work reveals (firstly in ceramics but more recently in textiles and printmaking) with a wry hogarthian eye, the cultural & social issues of our times. his work also graciously acknowledges many historical, narrative influences - one can see elements of european folk art, medieval paintings, classical greek, egyptian, chinese or japanese art. with a dash of dark comedy thrown into the creative pot he provides us with a thought-provoking visual commentary on contemporary life, from war to shopping.i first saw his ceramic vases at the 2003 turner prize exhibition at tate britain and instantly knew he would win - and he did! he successfully married beautiful craftsmanship with thought-provoking and often shocking social narratives. i like that his 'pots' (as he still humbly calls them) bear the hallmarks of being handcrafted, ever so slightly irregular in the tradition of coiled pots - it seems unthinkable that he would use studio assistants, unlike the other brit artists of his generation. he still manages to assume the role of a roguish outsider and yet he is fast becoming something of national celebrity, in the mould of stephen fry or michael palin - entertaining and enlightening us in equal measure, but many are not happy that such 'celebrities' travel the world at our expense - but aren't they missing the point? i think that perry is one of the most engaging & intelligent artists working in the uk.
[tracey emin, rca secret postcard, 2010]tracey emin's postcards were, in contrast and rather predictably so, showing emin's scratchy poetic words and spontaneous doodlings, so much so that i thought they must be fakes, another artist or a student having a joke, in light of the recent news report of emin fakes for sale on ebay... emin thought the fakes were very poor quality and too 'sentimental' to be 'true' emin's - i guess she's the best judge, but 'sentiment' seems to be innate her style, the work often looking quite weak out of context...emin is quite a contradiction in that she needs to 'confess' her feelings and yet derides the public response that it causes - does she want our pity, our love or just our respect? she comes across being very in control of her emotions and what they project (some might even say manipulative), but exhibiting just enough angst or vulnerability to be mildly intriguing. her best work is undoubtedly the appliquéd textile pieces, perhaps because they appear less sentimental, but with the so-called 'drawings' or monoprints i am left wondering just what the big secret is...it is interesting to compare perry with emin - it's no secret that both had troubled childhoods which has undoubtedly been a factor in their art, but it seems some artists create a 'confessional' type art as a method of personal psychoanalysis much better than others...thinking about perry & emin also reminds me that it's drawing close to the time when the current year's turner prize winner will be revealed to the nation. the turner prize, if anyone needs reminding, is an annual art prize which is awarded to 'a British artist under fifty for an outstanding exhibition or other presentation of their work in the twelve months preceding'. in 1999 the shortlist included tracey emin, the exhibition featuring emin's 'my bed' - a true mess of an installation which still ignites controversy in art circles. emin herself has since said she (or the work) was probably nominated to add a flurry of media interest. the remade 'unmade bed' definitely drew some attention, most spectacularly from a pair of chinese performance artists. emin didn't win the prize that year, but the exhibition did inspire the alternative and rather ridiculous turnip prize (mentioned previously here), where any artwork can be entered so long as it's rubbish... you can view some of the current turnip prize entries on their facebook page...sometimes rubbish can be art, but that's another story...
A bird's eye view
The first image is one of a series of small canvases that I am currently working on. The second is a happy accident. As I put my camera away after a long walk, an effect worthy of photoshop was made with a little camera shake and a slow exposure.
A real mix of materials here - zinc oxide powder, ink, emulsion and a little soot, with the help of a hair dryer and some sgrafitto. I'm quite excited by the slow emergence of crosses, barely visible, unconsciously made, though I have been deliberating lately on the most simple but loaded of marks...
A cautionary note perhaps; never delete images from your camera until you've uploaded them and have lived with them for a while...It's also that time of year again - the highly controversial Turner Prize - and the winner is... five-year-old Terisha Reeve! She 'uses the medium of watercolour to create a passionate, broad-brushstroke, post-modern interpretation of the 21st Century phenomena of celebrity'! No, not THE Turner Prize we have all come to love and loathe in equal measure, but the alternative Anthea Turner Prize in which very young artists compete to produce the best portrait of B-list celebrity Anthea Turner. Proud mum Pam Reeve, said of her daughter's achievement: I'm not sure she knows who Anthea Turner is. I told her she's a journalist. She loves art. Ah, bless!Another alternative arts award, the Turnip Prize, has been awarded to an empty birds' nest and a flu remedy, created by 69-year-old Mr 'Osenthroat' from Somerset. He described his contemporary work, 'Birds Flew' as 'feathery and titanic'. A great play on words and fabulously ironic since the real Turner Prize winner is a Mr. Simon Starling (an appropriately geeky name for a research-based artist). Feathers are sure to fly in artistic circles when the real competition involves an old shed/boat/shed and a bicycle, and it's a thumbs up to the cackling red necks - I'm talking turkeys, of course!