I have noticed that whenever I have to define what medium I use; that I am a painter, I can’t help but add some kind of disclaimer. For example in my last post ‘working predominately (but not exclusively) as a painter’. DON’T WORRY I DON’T JUST PAINT! Actually at the moment and for a while now I’ve just been painting and drawing.
I worry about it not being socially engaging. Though I am hoping to change that. But because I want to. Not all artists want to and nor should they have to. When I talk of ‘it’ not being socially engaging I guess I actually mean ‘me’ as an artist. In that sense the chosen medium shouldn’t matter. I also wonder how many meanings and interpretations the term ‘socially engaging’ actually has?
Perhaps the issue isn’t painting at all but that I am only using one medium. Though I think if I was solely a video artist for example, I wouldn’t find it an issue. As I explore the idea of becoming an artist facilitator I am faced with the unnecessary limitations of painting and drawing. The fact they are feared after a certain age. The belief that the only way to draw and paint is representationally. The work I reveal from my own practice doesn’t help my cause, though this too is going through a process of change. Paint can become a medium to master; trickery. It’s all too serious and closed. I’m not sure how to get around this yet.
I was accepted on the Cubitt School for Artist Educators and attended the first two days last week. I really like Cubitt’s ethos: The idea of lending participants the facilitator’s skills and creative stance. The more rewarding projects are longer term with longer lasting relationships established between the artist and that community – trying not to hand out culture but helping others to participate. I know the above isn’t always possible but it’s what I will be working towards.
In the first session we were asked why we are artists and if and how our art education played a part. As a friend of mine would have said ‘aaaaah!’. Initially it was the attention my creativity provoked. Vanity. Then I realised art could speak for me and it was my most confident and strongest voice. I wasn’t motivated or encouraged by anything outside, left to my own devices it just happened. Now I see that the canvas or whatever form that blank space takes, leaves a place to express, play and be curious. Most importantly creativity is a universal language. And as mentioned last week by Cubitt, educational workshops create that space to be creative too; a space that has boundaries.
The first level will involve planning and giving a one off workshop. I was really surprised at how quickly they taught us how to come up with engaging projects. I had been put off in the past by the idea of giving workshops because I wasn’t sure what I had to offer, especially working predominately (but not exclusively) as a painter. I wasn’t sure where to start. It’s early days, but by highlighting my interests and skills and then bringing them together I have the beginnings of a workshop. Hopefully it will give, encourage and question.
I realised what I have explored and learnt here in Something’s happening, and the feedback and inspiration I get back from the Artists talking community, made it a lot easier to understand my positioning. Something’s happening allows me a space where I can keep questioning what is important within the arts and the role of the artist in society.
Off to a seminar with presentations from other Artist Educators. I love learning.
A couple of exhibitions have stuck out recently. The first was the group show Trauma at GV Art. It took a psychological and a physical viewpoint – I have never really given time to the physical side. Like the thinking of the gallery it was curated with science and art in mind. I loved Luke Jerram’s Glass Microbiology; glass representations of the structures of diseases such as HIV and Malaria. There was something almost tacky or crude within their symmetry and the chosen material. It was tempting to touch and smear the glass. Static and un-harmful they were strong and beautiful forms.
The second exhibition was Nude by Eva Caridi at Ambika P3. I haven’t been there before, amazing huge (14,000 sq ft) hidden space, opposite Madame Tussauds (never been there either) it was once an underground hangar. In the main hangar you look down on a dark labyrinth made of iron in this gigantic industrial space. Walking through it was disorientating and I felt the beginnings of panic (in fairness there was a notice warning against going in if you were claustrophobic or such like). It did or didn’t help (depending on what way that you look at it) that there weren’t any other visitors. In the centre of the labyrinth was a video projection. The video was of three female figures representing one woman at three stages of her life. They wandered through a crumbling and dilapidated building, sometimes meeting. It was accompanied by an eerie and broken dialogue. The following is taken from the exhibition literature by the curator Francesca Nannini:
The merging of past, present and future is reinforced by the three ages of life reverberating through the installation as we walk inside it, a place where we are the containers of both our child and adult’s feelings. During the course of our life we tend to lose connections with the child apart of ourselves and memories are locked in the secret alleys of our soul: now they resurface and float into this dilation of our time.
And accompanying text from Andrea Zizzari a philosopher and psychoanalyst:
Man, deprived of his peculiar desire to recognize himself, is often identified with completely anonymous needs and, as soon as an object reveals its imperfection, the meaning of himself fails. Limbs that are tied to one own’s own time to look for an impossible shelter now approach a speechless real, yearning for identification.
Thinking now of similar art works such as, Martin Creed’s room of balloons Work No. 200, half the air in a given space and Antony Gormley’s glass room of mist Blind Light. These are works in their own right and aren’t propping up or embellishing another. Actually there are lots of similarities between Eva Caridi’s and Antony Gormley’s practices. The setup pushed for a sensational experience and I was in a receptive mood. Although I did like the labyrinth within the space, and the way it mirrored the concept of the video, I’m not sure it was needed.
