the grey tree, in the woods…[digital photograph of a tree in the woods - may 2014]on a woodland walk, the shape of the tree presented itself; dark, splayed out and leafless, backlit by a low sun. only later did i notice that the digital image of the tree in the woods was recorded in greyscale, as the camera was on the 'text' setting. i rather like the result, it's quite grainy, like an old 1900s photograph.Piet Mondrian, De grijze boom 1911 [Gemeentemuseum, Den Haag]this Mondrian painting is in the Gemeentemuseum in The Hague. there are some interesting Mondrian landscapes in their collection, together with many early abstractions (see the chequerboard paintings 1919). i haven't seen any of them. the Mondrian's i have seen (or the ones i most remember) were in the Museum of Modern Art in New York about ten years ago. i recall fixating on the quality of the painted edges, how slightly imperfect the blocks and lines were, having previously seen reproductions of the later grid paintings in books.The surface of things gives enjoyment, their interiority gives life.[Mondrian, note in a sketchbook, c.1911]
a month of may days
a month of may days…some pages from my current A6 notebook/sketchbook; a slight return to the elements of wood and water (after trips out to the coast and into constable country)[drawing, graphite pencil & watercolour on paper, 14cm x 20cm][drawing, indian ink & watercolour on paper, 14cm x 20cm][small sketchbook][drawing, graphite pencil & watercolour on paper, 14cm x 20cm][painting sketch, acrylic on paper, 14cm x 20cm]
a mug's game
hello reader, this is my all-time favourite mug...[mug shot]it's a hornsea (lion) mug dating from the 1970s, a design created out of cut-up & collaged newsprint typography. unfortunately, i put this mug in in the microwave one day and after that it became a little bit crazed on the inside, and it was later resigned to a more solitary mug's life in the artist's room.some glimpses of other things i have been pondering on lately...[shed : stored][shack : stacked][wood : engraving]i like the idea of living in a rustic cabin in the middle of the woods, but i've been floored by the resolution of this piece. this is another woodwork artwork i started last year. when i realised i would probably never get the opportunity to present it in the right context i (sort of) gave up on it, because its visual aesthetic largely depends upon the neutrality of a white space. i also realised i was making it for no other reason than i wanted (or needed) to, and maybe it doesn't have a particular place to be right now.[wood, work in progress]some people may deride the clinical whiteness of the typical gallery space, but if art is to have any element of transcendence from the ordinary then perhaps it needs such an environment for its debut into the world of contemporary art, one which is conducive to looking & experiencing firsthand, for the invocation of thoughts in response to the expression of the artist's ideas - or so i once thought. on more than one occasion i have visited a local commercial gallery to see a 'publicised' exhibition only to find the work has already disappeared from the white walls (sold out).interestingly, a few months back i bought (quite by chance) a secondhand copy of robert smithson's collected writings, and shortly thereafter i read this:A work of art when placed in a gallery loses its charge, and becomes a portable object or surface disengaged from the outside world. A vacant white room with lights is still a submission to the neutral. Works of art seen in such spaces seem to be going through a kind of esthetic convalescence. They are looked upon as so many inanimate invalids, waiting for critics to pronounce them curable or incurable. The function of the warden-curator is to separate art from the rest of society. Next comes integration. Once the work of art is totally neutralized, ineffective, abstracted, safe, and politically lobotomized it is ready to be consumed by society.[robert smithson, the collected writings]well, that nails the contextual argument to the clinical white wall of a gallery, and it brings new meaning to the term 'art in the community'! - and so art often has to exist independently of these institutional limitations.whatever the context (selling or exhibiting), every artist hopes for a good prognosis on their art (support & encouragement), and hopes their work (of art) has a life of its own. carefully administer a catalogue, an essay, a gallery talk, or a full-on interactive panel discussion, together with some general public engagement at regular intervals, will all keep the art (and the artist) alive and kicking. art's consumers are also art's life savers.however, this leaves me even more befuddled about galleries & exhibitions, and the reasons for making or showing work...this particular work evolved out of some ideas about nature's means of regeneration and renewal, and a form of resurrection or symbolic reverence for something (a life) in the past, with an awareness of a separation from (its) nature heightened by the context. so too a relevance in the use of mundane building materials, respectfully returning them to their natural state. i wanted to recreate the presence or feeling of something (living) to recall the absence (or non-presence) of something (other). i had also spent some time at an old-fashioned woodyard sourcing oak for a family memorial commission, appreciating wood/nature from the tree to the table, as it were.[wood : blocked]such notions of presence and non-presence are sometimes called hauntological:"the paradoxical state of the spectre, which is neither being nor non-being" (from wikipedia).however, finding a precise definition of hauntological has proven rather difficult. i was interested in the artwork as a sculptural object embodying the spirit of something else, rather than a pictorial representation or illustration of a thing, which is (sometimes) the most literal means of conveying an idea about something.a thing summons up another (non-present, or absent) thing. the absent thing becomes present and affects the meaning of the moment (the experience) and thereby the meaning of other things, for everything is inter-related through time and place, but this sounds like a crazy, oddball place in which someone like me will get "stuck" when making art, much like trying to connect all the dots - some confusion ensues.the internet, as the always-on, social network, curiously also lures us into creating a presence to mark time passing, especially in the sharing of pictures, as if being in the moment - or perhaps more self-knowingly, on trend - drives repeated affectations of instant reminiscences about an everyday event (the now ubiquitous, sun-faded or vignetted photograph, for example - i remember 1978 - it looks just like instagram!). although the social networks' daily updates, annotations and user timelines soon become an archive of our social discourse these life-historical waymarkers appear to direct the travel (and any passing interest) in only one direction - onwards!there is little space for personal recollection, history or a sense of time when it is all too soon buried by the now and the next. paradoxically, this relentless need for nowness also needs quite a lot of our time - so when do we find the time to reflect on & reconnect the now with the accumulating thoughts, ideas and experiences of the past to bring fresh meaning to things? well, most artists try to do this (when they can).i wonder if there is any hauntological significance to the process of 'mediating' a 'subject' for the purpose of making art, as all art has a subject, even if its subject is only itself. the painter mediates his/her choice of subject through graphical marks, gestures in paint, qualities of colour, texture, surface - but are artists mediating experiences or the experience of making the art? (it's just a thought…)does endless theorising about this sort of stuff merely embellish and refine the artwork for presentation to a specific audience? probably.most interestingly, someone i follow on twitter recently wrote in an article, bad language, that words about the art often (need to) come before the emergence of the art:The professionalisation of artistic practice, with its emphasis on artists’ statements and the academic blitzkrieg of the crit, has bound the act of making with that of describing, so that many works of contemporary art seem to enter the world backwards, text-first.[ben street, bad language]street goes on to say that the 'text' is also tantamount to a dress code in the art world, a protocol for professional inclusion, and a critical contribution to any discourse on contemporary art. ongoing discussions about art - between the artists (and the making of their work), their peers, critics & curators, gallerists and collectors - are crucial to audience engagement: the conversation has no absolute beginning or conclusion, it is revisited and revised (by the artist and others), as ideas and thoughts shift in emphasis and meaning, moving us closer to the surface of greater understanding.therefore, presentation and context is important - assuming the art has been made to be exhibited somewhere (and not created in situ in response to a given location/space, which is the other story). sometimes too much stuff (interior architecture, crowds, texts) gets in the way of the experience, but not always (obviously). i saw an art exhibition in a disused industrial space (much like the original freeze exhibition), and although i didn't need a text to experience the work, it was interesting to refer to. often critics and writers illuminate the artists' concerns better, as if (at the very least) two minds are required to consolidate the work as art - and where one confidently leads the way others will surely follow - but to disagree or debate is also a good thing in art.[wood : wood]the small landscape of my personal art world changed and i am packing up this artwork along with everything else related to my art. the question i have long been pondering was answered. i am thankful to the mug for starting a conversation about purpose and value, although i see i have written too many words, once again.sorry about the thingness thing......