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Where does Creed Lead?

In 1, art, Contemporary Art, Theatre on December 16, 2009 at 8:18 pm

On the ArtLive! conference today at the Dominion Theatre, hosting Germaine Greer, Quentin Blake, Martin Creed, and someone else whose name now escapes me.

The discussion title was “What is Art?”

A pretty useless question to ask, this kind of debate never gets anyone anywhere. But, my school organised it, and to be honest I was so excited to see Anthony Gormley speak!

But Anthony Gormley pulled out last-minute, to be replaced by someone whose name still escapes me.

A little birdy tells me that Anthony Gormley actually went on holiday, and not had unavoidable circumstances. I guess the call of the Maldives in that loud huh.

Martin Creed was so adorable! Words cannot describe his hesitancy, and let’s be honest, strangeness. He walks on stage, and mumbles something like “Um…. so. I don’t really know what I’m going to say… but I will tell you what I do… What I do is make things for people to look at really…”

A dancer joins him on stage, mimicking him every time he scrunched up his brow and did little jigs.

Everyone was holding back laughter, he said things like “Winning the Turner Prize [in 2001] was nice… it was like school again… and I hated school…”

Soon our Mr Creed opened for questions. A room full of 6th forms is lethal. It prompted

“How much crack did you take this morning?”

He replied in complete calm, “Oh you  know… average, a medium amount.”

In the midst of all his bumblings there were some very clear ideas. Is he acting? I don’t think so, I think he’s speaks near to a stream of conciousness, and doesn’t fully form ideas before he speaks them. Definitely something really interesting going on there.

Martin Creed’s definition of art is something which is called art by other people. Germaine Greer agreed with him, though managed to impart the same message about… 20 minutes quicker.

She was sharp, quick, concise. The majority of public art was dismissed as naff, shit, and even disturbing.

The most memorable thing that she said, is that Graffiti is art. That art is also about ‘tagging’ your name. That made me really want to go out and…

Hmm. Is it still vandalism if you draw an incredibly moving picture? What about a poem? I always get the temptation to write a poem on the back of club bathroom doors, give those stupid drunk girls a second thought other than ‘oooh! table!’.

Oops. Off topic.

Quentin Blake was really inspiring, he talked about his work for hospital bedrooms, and his move away from books. He is so positive. It was refreshing to see such unfazed positivity.

A mural-esque illustration for a children’s hospital in France. He said that many of the children had recently immigrated, and now had long-term physical or mental problems. He thought about their feeling of limbo by being dislocated from home, and how to assure them that they are safe in this hospital.



In 1 on December 10, 2009 at 1:31 am

I started this blog a couple of months back, and I don’t know whether to carry on! It’s only had 32 views so far, and I’m about the least tecchy person possible.

But then, what d’you do when you fall off the horse? (other than scream in pain at your broken ankle)

Get. Back. On. Again.

But not like, on, the horse. Drugs are bad. I mean like riding – oops –

What do you do when the hole’s deepening around you?

Get. Back. Out. Again.

Nothing Tastes Better Than The Feel Of Skinny

In 1 on December 9, 2009 at 11:56 pm

The famous quote by Kate Moss when asked how she sticks to her diet. Of course, the media had a fanny fit, saying that she could not say things like that as girls look up to her blah, blah, blah.

But nobody wants to admit, the reason they’re so upset, is because it is so true.

It’s true that no amount of muffins will EVER feel as good as the cheeky eye contact with the good looking man in the restaurant. Anybody who has been on a diet (we all have) know that feeling of being thin is absolutely wonderful.

That is NOT to say I am all for eating disorders and the like, but I am saying that there is a degree of truth in it, which should stop the tubby person reaching for the second donut.

Giorgione – The Renaissance’s Dark Horse

In 1, art, Poetry, Renaissance on December 9, 2009 at 11:42 pm

Today, in a sleepy History of Art lesson, a slide of Giorgione’s Tempesta c.1508 shook me out of post-pub fatigue.

The hangover slid away to the deep green and the strangeness of this picture.

It looked like a scene of some magic fantasy, not all good. Somehow I related to this scene, which is strange because the idea of breastfeeding gives me shivers, and Italian scenery is hardly familiar.

Giorgione (1477 – 1510), was born Giorgio Barbarelli da Castelfranco, but like a lot of painters shortened his name. I guess artists names were one of the first types of slogan.

Gombrich agrees:

“Giorgione has not drawn things and persons to arrange them afterwards in space, but he thought of nature, the earth, the trees, the light, air and clouds and the human beings with their cities and bridges as one. … From now on, painting was more than drawing plus coloring. It was art with its own secret laws and devices.”

There are only 5 paintings left known to be of Giorgione. He is one of the most elusive painters of the Italian Renaissance. Contemporary of Titian in Venice, Competing with Michelangelo and Raphael in Rome, he did not produce such a volume of work. Even the size is smaller, the Tempesta is barely bigger than an A3 piece of paper.

I think this multiplies the mystery of the woman’s stare – the lightning bolt.