Produce at least 2 photographs, one should convey rhythm, the other pattern:
The Natural History Museum was a perfect place to find some rhythm and pattern although to be honest I was hoping to find some triangles. I think it is quite fitting to have visited here since I currently
think a great deal about human nature and how, for all our
'civilisation', we are basically apes without hair who evolved from
lizards and before that fish and before that cells and goop. The
various levels of socialisation seemingly only go so far to protect us
from those less sophisticated impulses.
Wednesday, 28 May 2014
Sunday, 25 May 2014
Gallery Visit: Richard Hamilton, Tate Modern, 21st May 2014
I am interested in co-incidences and synchronicity: in how and why we project our inner world onto our outer world and the how we make sense of, or try to fathom, those two positions, as well as the interplay and tensions between our conscious and unconscious minds.
Is it a co-incidence that I keep going to
see work by people who work with the idea of montage, with collage or simply
cutting out and pasting shapes, physically and by placing different styles and
media together?
I did not notice the date when I set out on
the 21st of May. However, it
was in fact my late father’s birthday and he would very much have enjoyed
visiting the exhibition with me despite his painful feet and inability to stand
for very long.
I mention my father because his death seems
to have been the trigger for the beginning of my photographic odyssey. Shortly before he died he mentioned how much
he admired a photograph I took, and which was framed for me by my
ex-husband. The night he died, unbeknownst
to me at the time, I dreamed that that photograph was no longer on the wall and
in the dream the sense of its absence was overwhelmingly troubling to me. Utter nothingness where once there was something. The
next day I rang the police when I could not get hold of my father and they discovered
that he had died in quite strange circumstances less than 24 hours previously –
the night I had had my very powerful dream.
Photography, my father’s death and the new
direction I have taken in life are all in my mind connected.
What is more, Richard Hamilton’s work spans
from the late 40s to 2011. My father was
born in 1939 and died in 2011. Because Hamilton’s work can, I think, be read as
a ‘social documentary’ of those years, as a commentary on British preoccupations,
mood and changing attitudes, it seems intrinsically connected to the world in
which my father lived.
******
Although Hamilton is not primarily a
photographer, he was interested in and utilized photography in his work, not
only in preparatory work but also as a medium in itself. There are lots of photographic works in the
exhibition, which contains over 200 altogether, and also includes installation,
painting, print, film and sculpture. I
tend to focus on installation in this written work.
Hamilton was born in 1922 and died in
2011. He was English but more than any
other British artist, ‘associated with international colleagues’[1],
‘a champion of Marcel Duchamp in the post-war era, he befriended and
collaborated with American and European artists from Roy Lichtenstein to Dieter
Roth.’[2] Hamilton studied at Slade following a
succession of jobs in advertising, design and production after leaving school at
14.
I know virtually nothing about Pop Art (to
be honest I’m beginning to comprehend that I know virtually nothing at all and
have a growing awareness of a hideous sense of ignorance which with everything
I learn becomes grows greater and can’t possibly be overcome sufficiently in the
remaining 30, maybe 40 years if I’m lucky, that I have left – it’s annoying; my
fractured un-education is annoying.) Hamilton is, I have read, understood to be the
founding father of this movement – I think I might have assumed it was Warhol
but perhaps he is merely the most populist of the pop artists.
There is an enormous body of work in the
exhibition – it really is quite prolific - so I will discuss a small selection
of those that I found most interesting here:
Just what is it that makes today’s homes so different
and appealing? 1956,
which was a collage to be used in the catalogue representing an installation
called, The ‘fun house’, one of twelve
in the This is tomorrow exhibition
held at the Whitechapel gallery as part of a collective, referred to as ‘the
now infamous icon of Pop Art’[3](although I have struggled to discover why infamous), instantly reminded me of
Hoch’s work (again!) which I’d seen at the Whitechapel a few months ago.
The collage for me contains a great deal of
humour with its pastiche of Adam and Eve, and contains a number of contemporary
aspirational objects such as a vacuum cleaner, tape player, television, and a
tinned ham (I remember eating that!). I’m
not sure if the ham is meant to indicate what I see as the ‘ theatrical hamming’
physicality of the couple but if so, I can’t help reading a kind of ridicule of
all the very materialistic desires of modern ‘keeping-up-with the-Jones’
habits and sentimentalities.
“Like Hamilton’s exhibition strategy, the
image was complied from a tabulated list of image requirements…”[4]
which served to outline and determine a basic foundation for Pop Art itself:
Popular, Transient, Expendable, Low Cost, Mass Produced, Young, Witty, Sexy,
Gimmicky, Glamorous, Big Business.
Hamilton worked alongside artist, John
McHale and architect John Voelcker.
“Their installation consisted of an a-symmetrical, dramatically angled
structure, the ‘Fun house’, covered with an over-sized image of Marilyn Monroe
which, along with a large scale replica bottle of Guinness, mimicked the
monumental scale of city hoarding and cinema advertising, although an aesthetic
tension was set up between these mass –culture images and the mass-consumption
poster of Van Gogh’s Sunflowers hung
on the wall as a work of Art”[5].
I have to say when I first returned to
England, aged 16 (having been born in the UK but emigrated to South Africa aged 6 weeks) I was struck by the visual bombardment of
advertising in London. It had a definite
impact on me and contributed to the sense of cultural shock I experienced for
some years. Although I returned in the 80s and not in the 50s, that
cultural trend probably began with such alacrity three decades earlier and Hamilton and his
collaborators’ commentary on it resonates profoundly with me.
I am also struck by the irony of the title,
which in retrospect becomes a joke – This
is in fact yesteryear but also a comment on the future impact of
materialism.
There was a jukebox playing music from the era which was incredibly evocative. I
do think that sound-scapes and music in a gallery is an immensely powerful means
of communicating and creating a mood. It
harks back to my experience in theatre and I’m tentatively and perhaps a little bashfully drawn to the idea of creating art that is almost a 'production' of sorts.
I know this is not right for all art and think often such a collage of
aural, visual, and spatial sensations is likely to be overwhelming and
undermining of the individual aspects in many cases – but for me I think it
might be something to think about as my appreciation of what is possible
grows.
The Critics Laugh, 1968 is not covered in the catalogue book a great deal which means I must
try to make sense of it alone. The work
encompasses several photographs, actual items, design drawings and and an
advertisement and it really struck a chord with me. Hamilton’s work is intrinsically tied up in
modern design and engineering. He seemed
obsessively interested in the detail of design and this preoccupation runs
throughout the exhibition. I suppose
what stood out for me with this work in particular is the humour and Surrealist
nature of it. The utterly ridiculous
fake set of false teeth (a memento his son bought back from a seaside holiday)
is attached to the handle of a Braun toothbrush. Hamilton always admired Braun and did a lot
of related work around the design of Braun items. To me Braun has always been around in the background
of existence I suppose but I’ve only ever seen it as a logo on functional and
quotidian objects in the home. Hamilton
sees the beauty of design but by attaching it to the teeth creates an hilarious
and bizarre object that has some sort of feedback loop on itself – a toothbrush
that shakes and rattles a set of false teeth.
There is something about the ridiculousness of human sexuality here
which made me laugh out loud when I watched the very funny advert, a spoof of
overtly sexualized advertising which has been so prominent in our media. I thought this was one of the highlights of
the whole exhibition but perhaps that is because I have an infantile sense of
humour. I do, however, like the Surrealism – sex, death, inner worlds colliding in fantasy and dreams with
outer worlds. And humour is immensely
powerful.
Treatment Rooms 1984
is another installation but one that is very different in tone and temperament
to the one discussed earlier. Although there is an innate criticism about
commercialism and materialism in This is
tomorrow, there is also a sense of optimism and hope. This is utterly gone by the time Hamilton
created Treatment Room for the Arts
Council Group exhibition titled Four Rooms
in 1984. There is an Orwellian sense of
despair and oppression in the austere, unhappy rooms. Hamilton “found the spirit of the 80s to be
one of contrasting ‘depression’, and determined his room would be ‘inspired by
the bleak, disinterested, seedily clinical style of the establishment
institution”[6].
In one of the rooms there is a hospital
bed/table and a less than comfortable looking blanket strewn upon it, just
underneath a TV monitor, which plays silent footage of one of Margaret Thatcher’s
Conservative Political party Broadcasts.
‘The installation dealt with the workings of power through surveillance (the
monitor reminding the viewer of CCTV cameras in Public spaces) and
indoctrination (the patient cured by the image of the leader”[7]. What I am struck by is the foretelling and warning
about the growth of mass surveillance, and the critique of what that might do
to individuals in society, possibly robbing them of something precious and
fundamental to life. Whilst the
accompanying literature sardonically talks of indoctrination ‘healing’ the patient I of course read the image as one where the patient is in fact killed off – empty
hospitable beds with crumpled bedding seem symbolic of someone having been
removed. Nothingness where once there
was something.
I wonder what my father would have made of
this installation – an avid Thatcher supporter and defender.
Finally, I was struck by Lobby,
1988, another installation (seems I like such
things) which is a work inspired by a postcard Hamilton owned of the German
hotel lobby. It is a room: at the back
of the room covering the entire wall is a painting of the postcard, containing a
pillar, which is covered floor to ceiling in mirror. Then the lobby is recreated in actuality in
the room, a pillar covered from floor to ceiling in mirror. A set of stairs in the postcard is also there,
although in the real room you’re standing in, the stairs of course lead
nowhere. Dotted about the room are
smaller paintings of the lobby plus drawings.
The carpet in the painting is on the floor of the actual recreated
lobby.
Even though the sense created by Lobby is
one of loneliness, isolation, disorientation and detachment I found it a
magical work. You are able to step into
and walk around the artwork and it reminded me of Broadway Danny Rose, a Woody Allen film where
one of the characters steps out of the film – reality and fantasy merge. Here the same thing happens only the other
way round, and the fantasy is a pretty miserable one at that. The mirror maintains a sense of never-ending
blurring between the two dimensions and this blurring is something that
interests me a great deal. I was really
quite over-awed by this particular work.
I must end otherwise this may be the
longest Gallery Visit write up ever, but wanted to say there were so many works
which I have not had time to mention here which I found interesting and
compelling. I am not sure what my father
would have made of Hamilton’s view of the world – perhaps too left wing and
bleak for him, a bleak, despite his profession as a comic, but right wing individual. He would have certainly appreciated the
intellect, Hamilton’s immense knowledge and broad use of
media. While some of the work did not
immediately draw me in, there was much that did, and I have found his use of so many
different styles and media inspirational and fantastic to see.
I think there was so much unconscious ‘stuff’
about my decision to visit the Tate on the 21st, and I think it will
take me a while to think about and make sense of it. But I am very pleased I went because I sense I
am beginning to appreciate just how much of an impact art can have, and in a
way that I haven’t done before.
Hamilton’s relationship with Surrealism and
then pop art suggest to me that he was dealing with the tension between our inner
and outer worlds, connections, projections and the various levels of reality we
humans must contend with as we navigate through life both as individuals and in
terms of the state. I think I will be
considering some of what I picked up on during this visit for a good while to
come.
[1] Richard Hamilton, 2014 Tate Modern exhibition accompanying handout
– Introduction.
[2] Richard Hamilton, 2014 Tate Modern exhibition accompanying handout
– Introduction.
[3] Page 73, Richard Hamilton catalogue, Published by Tate Modern
Publishing, 2014 originated by Museo Nacional Centro de Arte Reina Sofia and TF
Editores, Madrid.
[4] Page 73, Richard Hamilton catalogue, Published by Tate Modern
Publishing, 2014 originated by Museo Nacional Centro de Arte Reina Sofia and TF
Editores, Madrid.
[5] Page 73, Richard Hamilton catalogue, Published by Tate Modern
Publishing, 2014 originated by Museo Nacional Centro de Arte Reina Sofia and TF
Editores, Madrid.
[6] Richard Hamilton, 2014 Tate Modern exhibition accompanying handout
– Room 12.
[7] Richard Hamilton, 2014 Tate Modern exhibition accompanying handout
– Room 12.
Thursday, 22 May 2014
Gallery visit: Matisse The Cut-Outs 14th May 2014, Tate Modern
I am learning a great deal about art the
moment and I don’t think there is enough time in the day to take it all in
(given that I nearly fell asleep this evening doing bedtime for my youngest
child, it must be true that there really aren’t enough hours!) Matisse in particular is a huge subject just
by himself and I am currently reading a book about him, but since I should try
to keep up with these entries and am behind a little, I will give a very brief
account of his life before discussing my response to the exhibition.
Matisse was born in 1869 and died in
1954. His life covers an incredibly
active and extraordinary time from our history.
He was born at what seems to be the beginning of modern life, before all
the inventions that propelled human existence into something quite unlike
anything that has gone before; cars, planes, trains, industrialization and
modernism[1]. The changes when looked back at from the
present seemed to have happened so speedily and I have often wondered what it
must have been like for people to live through all these changes, not to
mention the extreme violence and political upheaval, two world wars,
revolutions, nation and empire building as well as the dismantling that
occurred.
Matisse’s work “Open Window was
exhibited at the landmark Salon d'automne of 1905, where Matisse and other
fauve painters were greeted with critical skepticism and public disdain. The
"fauve" (savage beast) label itself originated in the art critic
Louis Vauxcelles' newspaper review of the exhibition.”[2] Matisse’s work seemed to blatantly defy
tradition and culturally excepted norms in art, and was instead shockingly
primitive in form with huge brush strokes and broad colours. However be became on the of the grand names
of Modernism and produced an enormous body of work continuing to paint, draw
and sculpt throughout all the social upheaval that happened during the first
half of last century.
Thirteen years before the end of Matisse’s
life he nearly died but survived although in great pain, often consigned to a
wheel chair and as he described ‘mutilated’[3]. During this time and despite his ongoing
health problems Matisse invented a new way of working. He no longer painted but instead began to cut
out coloured shapes with a huge pair of tailor’s scissors. With the help of assistants he pinned these
shapes to the walls around him and created art that was vibrant, significantly
more primitive than his earlier work and also difficult for contemporaries to accept. In fact there were those that thought he’d
gone quite mad, cutting bits of paper out.
He understood that the world would not appreciate and understand this
work until much later: ‘the creators of a new language are always 50 years
ahead of their time’[4]. The new language he created went on to be
used in models for stained glass windows, theatre and book designs and an
entire church including liturgical vestments.
I am not surprised that people found the
work difficult to understand. It is not
easy work in my mind and the departure from any notions of ‘classical’ painting
must have made it hard to comprehend as ‘art’ when you consider the context in
which it was first produced. Nowadays we
are used to seeing beds with sheets crumpled up and stuffed sharks and dots and
blurry photographs described as art, so we are probably less hindered by the
classical conditioning people may have been in the 40s and 50s. However, even so, I did not respond to the
exhibition as I did others I have recently been to.
I can appreciate the primitive colours and
patterns, the playfulness and intensity, the bravery of how broad, bold and
ambitious the cut-outs are, to a sense of creativity that is utterly without
classical conditioning, that says, ‘here, I am’ so stridently. I see that the patterns he created are
extraordinarily rhythmical and alive, containing a sense of explosiveness,
which is wonderful to be surrounded by.
But the art is so very primal that I actually find it quite difficult to
access. Maybe I am 50 years behind my
time!
I am, however, immensely grateful to the
universe for a bizarre co-incidence, where I have attended several consecutive
visits to exhibitions that concentrate on cutting and pasting, or pinning in
Matisse’s case, as it has demonstrated to me that these artists, Hoch, Matisse,
William S Burroughs and most recently Richard Hamilton were, in much of their
work, having fun. I do not mean the work
was not serious for I truly believe it was, and that with the work came pain
and distress and difficulty.
Nevertheless the artists I have looked at this year have repeatedly
shown me that artistic activity can be made with whatever medium you choose,
provided you commit, are dedicated to it, to fulfilling the expressiveness of
what you’re exploring. Does any of that
make sense? I’m just beginning to see
the possibilities and perhaps am still forming the words to explain what I am
becoming aware of.
I should also say that my companion at the
Matisse exhibit, my 2-year-old son, evidently had a much more visceral, uncomplicated
response to the cut-outs than me. He
told me towards the end that he was scared, the paintings were scary and that
he wanted to go home. This surprised me
but they are really big and bright and intense and so I can begin to see what
he was saying. It’s helpful having an
unadulterated, unconditioned, uncomplicated small person with you sometimes.
Some links:
[1] http://www.henri-matisse.net/artofmatisse.html
[2] http://www.henri-matisse.net/artofmatisse.html
[3] Page 5, Henri Matisse, A Second Life, Alastair Sooke, Penguin, 2014
[4] Page 8 Henri Matisse, A Second Life, Alastair Sooke, Penguin, 2014
Monday, 19 May 2014
Some reflection on where my photography might be going... ???
I realise I have not written much or perhaps even anything under the heading of reflection on this learning blog during assignment 2. This is not because I have not been reflecting: I have been but rather than witter on as I usually do I have needed and wanted to allow my thoughts to swim around in the cluttered place that is my mind for a little while if that makes any sense whatsoever.
I have in the past spent quite a lot of my time looking at photographs by other photographers on Flickr and sharing some of mine there too, although not as much as I used to. Now I also read and look at books and sites about other photographers which is of course a very good thing. Nevertheless I have found Flickr educational and enjoyable, and during a stressful time last year distracting, perhaps even therapeutic. (For anyone who isn’t aware Flickr is a community of people at all stages of their photography education, and from any different style and genre you can think of.)
One of the ways Flickrites identify themselves and their work is by joining different groups. Recently I was invited by someone whose work I have followed, commented on and liked for about a year and half now. William Keckler, a poet and arty kinda guy, invited me to join a group he set up called I was Alive Today. I have to admit I was pretty flattered to find myself associated with these tricky and rather ‘edgy’ on screen photographers (shallow of me perhaps??). But what was more satisfying was that I also became aware of photographers whose work I hadn’t stumbled upon before, some of it incredibly interesting indeed. (I might add that William Keckler has generously also pointed me in the direction of websites and photographers that I really should know about, so thank you!)
This is how I came across Bill Dane, amongst others. I didn’t know who Bill Dane is – this is not surprising and says more about me than Bill Dane! I don’t really know very much to be honest and find myself learning now in the same way I do everything - in snatched, brief, hiccups of activity in between the never ending task of loading and unloading the dishwasher, shovelling sheets that have been on our beds for too long into the washing machine, making sandwiches for school lunches and changing dirty nappies.
I was pretty thrilled then and surprised when the other day Bill Dane invited little me to join a group he started on Flickr. Not to begin with, because remember, I didn’t know who he was but when I read some of the commentary another group member had added there I realised his background is impressive in it’s own right, and this super accomplished artist has worked with Diane Arbus, Garry Winogrand and Lee Friedlander too amongst others. I have to admit that they are all names that have only begun to settle into my consciousness over the last two or three years. I am sometimes overwhelmed by how very much there is to learn - in amongst the dirty laundry I must deal with daily. But now I have another name to add to the list – as well as beginning to understand what informs his way of working and broadening my appreciation of what's out there.
Bill Dane has been taking photographs since the early 60s and has collated an enormous body of work all of which he makes available to everyone now online at his site billdane.com. Up until 2007 he chose to make postcards and sent them to a mailing list of people, which he did in an exercise of democratisation and de-sanctification of art. By sending the postcards out he made his art available in a way that art isn’t usually; he demands no hushed reverence in a stuffy art gallery for people who might want to appreciate the way he sees and renders his world for us. He has though had plenty of shows and one of his first I think was at MoMA (Museum of Modern Art, New York). I thought his approach was really interesting especially after reading the argument for removing Rothko from the Tate Modern for being too populist a location by Jonathan Jones in The Guardian the other day, which I re-tweeted. (Listen to me; I was one of the last few people in the world who insisted tweeting was something only birds did until roughly two weeks ago! But ‘branding my online presence' for commercial purposes was something I read about recently, so signed up and will discuss here a little further down.)
The point about Jonathon Jones’ argument and Bill Dane’s approach to his art is that I suspect there is more than enough space in this world for both those philosophies. Hushed reverence as well democratic sharing. What both these positions bring up for me though is a question about elitism and art. Photography is a tricky art form (as is Rothko's work) – and I think possibly one of the most difficult to understand and appreciate hence the continuing rhetorical question, is photography art? This potentially makes it inherently elitist because in some or many examples there needs to be at least a basic level of education to appreciate it in any meaningful way unless the viewer is one of those lucky human beings who simply responds instinctively in an unadulterated way to life. I’m not one of those people, and have found that as my own immersion into this photography world I am discovering continues, I can begin to appreciate work I look at more and more deeply, but feel there is great distance yet to travel before I will really begin to get to grips with some of the work out I'm interested in. There is of course some work, which is instantly impactful in a way that is accessible for most of us and some which is harder to tackle. I think Bill Dane’s work falls into the more difficult category along with work by Lee Friedlander and Diane Arbus (who is fast becoming a hero of mine). There is a level of sophistication to this work which makes it difficult to understand. And so the democratic way in which Bill Dane shares his work and always has done is countered by the very nature of the work. But I like that he refuses to patronise anyone – it appeals to something in me.
The point about me feeling flattered and
excited that I was invited to join the group is that I have no idea where I’m
going as a photographer and feel daunted sometimes by the endless amount still
to learn about every aspect of it, but it was a bit of nice external validation
even if I was only invited because I happen to like, comment and copy some
other people’s pretty cool work on Flickr – work that, to quote the Bill Dane
Flickr group's headline, is ‘edgy and poignant’. I have not added anything to the group and I
am a little tentative about doing so to be honest, but perhaps in time the
confidence to do so will come.
As far as my own photography is going: I had a little hiatus in April ‘work’ wise. I say work in speech marks because work is something that makes you a living I think and I am far from that point just yet. Hang on, I work really hard at the job of being a mum and that is unpaid altogether (although there may be someone who disagrees!) so maybe the meaning of work is rather ambiguous in relation to my photography, and is difficult to define for now.
Nevertheless I am driven by the need to reach a point where I am making a living of some description in the future if at all possible because I have three children, and the complications of post-divorce fiscal responsibility loom large in my life. So I take risks which may seem tiny to some but are huge to me putting myself and the ‘work’ I do out there in order to try and generate some kind of career path that I might follow. Having taken a useful albeit worrying and not exactly planned breather in April I was beginning to wonder what the next step would be and how to continue the momentum, building contacts and ultimately getting work that pays. I stumbled across an article which talked about how important it is to build an online presence in today’s world, and that that doesn’t entail simply popping examples of your work on the internet but requires a conversation with the world about who you are and what you’re doing. So I started using Twitter to do this and have sort of semi-consciously decided to be upfront about my learning process and interests and see where that takes me. I also read the actor, Stephen Mangan’s comments, who when asked what one of the most important things he has learnt was, said, ‘the realisation that everybody is just making it up as they go along’. This made me think, oh, thank goodness, because that is what I have begun to grasp – you have to just make it up as you go along. I have no idea what I’m doing with the whole thing and am sure I will screw up at times leaving me feeling like I have a metaphorical train of loo roll hanging from my metaphorical knickers as I stride across the internet dance floor but so be it. It seems to be working though because I posted something online and received over 50 responses which was pretty exciting given that I often feel like I’m posting things just for the benefit of my mum – who dutifully likes pretty much everything I chuck up there! Thanks, mum!
Right - that's enough photography for now. I'm off to tackle the laundry basket although no doubt will be thinking about photographing people at an event and the technical requirements I need to consider in order to ensure I get it done as best I can.
Links:
William Keckler
Bill Dane
Diane Arbus
Garry Winogrand
Lee Freidlander
.
Sunday, 11 May 2014
Implied lines
Find the implies lines in the following two photographs:
The find any three photographs of your own and do the same thing:
Plan and take two photographs, one with an eye-line and one with lines that point:
I'm not sure I've got these right. All the curves seemed like implied lines to me but I'm not clear about it. |
The find any three photographs of your own and do the same thing:
Plan and take two photographs, one with an eye-line and one with lines that point:
Wednesday, 7 May 2014
Gallery visit: Baily's Stardust, National Portait Gallery
I went along to see David Baily’s Stardust
exhibition at the National Portrait gallery earlier this week. I went because I
sort of felt that I ought to. I like
photographing people; DB is one of the most, if not the most, successful British portrait photographers during the
second half of last century. Certainly,
he is iconic and huge in terms of status and reputation: an almost mythological
figure that grew out of the legendary 60s, and who took photographs of extraordinary
characters such as the Crays, Jean Shrimpton, Twiggi, along with pretty much every
single rock star spawned during that iconic decade.
I looked forward to the exhibition but was also
somewhat uneasy about the whole celebrity angle. I’m not all that interested in fame as such, although
of course, these figures are beguiling and compelling regardless. It would probably be tricky to find a
passport snap of Kate Moss uninteresting, never mind David Baily’s beautiful
portraits of her. Perhaps that’s what
troubles me - the fact that we are (read I am) so easily drawn into stories and
fables about people we don’t really know, people who seem so exciting,
untouchable and unreal, but who are ultimately just human beings like anyone
else. And even though Baily and some of
his subjects see and are aware of the ‘absurdity and poignancy of the human
condition[1]’
I find the current obsession with focusing on and attempting to emulate such
people irritating at best but otherwise an immensely destructive and shallow
part of our collective culture. I’m not
the only one as the following description of Baily’s thoughts on his
portraiture indicate he sees the work as,‘[2]a
subtle mixture of subjectivity and objectivity, and (with) an understanding
that images of glamorous individuals were potentially both powerful and empty”.
Contemporary criticism was a little more
scathing: [3]Malcolm
Muggeridge, for the Observer, said “The camera, the most characteristic and
sinister innovation of our time, has ushered in – perhaps, better, crystalised
– a religion of narcissism of which photographers such as Mr. Baily are high
priests.”
It’s difficult not to see Mr. Muggridge’s
words as reactionary, somewhat old fashioned and a little extreme especially
when you compare David Baily’s extraordinarily well-crafted work with today’s tsunami
of blurry and wobbly selfies, but perhaps there is something about his alarm
worth considering, if only about the direction of our society. I have just read Jean Twenge and W. Keith
Campbells book The Narcissism Epidemic,
which focuses mainly on American culture but is relevant to all Western culture
to a greater or lesser extent, and argues that today’s rampant culturally
indoctrinated narcissism (my son declares “I am Awesome" under his handle on
his twitter account and thinks this is normal) started in the late ‘60s/early
‘70s: [4]“The
American flag of self admiration slowly began to unfurl in the 1960s.” and “By
the 1970’s the communal goals of the ‘60s had dissipated and only the gaudy,
empty shell of self-focus remained.”
It is of course unfair in retrospect to see
David Baily as the high priest of any cultural narcissistic malaise especially
as he seems to explore, question and critique the phenomena rather than merely
celebrate it. Nevertheless meandering around
a room filled with enormous images of famous faces made me feel a little
disconnected and empty as I wondered what I was going to talk about for this
blog entry. Even the more
anthropological images didn’t grab my attention and I’m fascinated by most
things ethnography related.
Happily, I learnt that David Baily is about
a great deal more than celebrity and I was soon made aware of this during my
visit. My interest was sparked when I
entered the room where his family portraits are displayed. These are in the main of Catherine Baily, his
wife and muse since the early 80s, but include many of his children too. Certainly any of the photographs of pregnancy
and the birth are appealing but then such scenes always make me emotional. What was so powerful about this family’s collection
was that there were so many of them, placed seemingly sporadically (unlike the
uniformity of images in the other rooms), small and large and if I remember
correctly mostly in black and white.
There were images of tiny newborns being held by older siblings, and
his wife in the act of giving birth along with a picture of her just yelling,
her hands stretched out in such an unmistakable way. There is something about these photos that makes
them incredibly intimate, touching and for me very beautiful. They were like a window into a family. The style is far less contrasty than the
large square formats of famous faces. I
recall them being mainly low key although that may just be an impression. There is no glare, none of the usual in your
face brashness.
The other photographs I found really compelling were the ones of other photographers and artists. I don’t remember there being a special room for these, perhaps I am wrong. I just remember being struck by images that were striking and surprising, as they seemed to stand out from the others. The commentary in the books talks of empathy and there certainly does seem to be much of this, especially with images of Man Ray, Manuel Alvarez Bravo, Fancis Bacon, Brassaï, Bill Brandt, Jaques-Henri Lartigue, André Kertész and of course Brian Duffy, one of his cohorts from his early days. But as well as empathy there seems to be a deep comraderie, a connection and a palpable conversation that I didn’t find in the other portraits. I notice that these photographs are all of men and there is something very grizzly and male and separate from me, a woman, about them. Not necessarily a bad thing, just something tangible that I noticed. In any event these images really stood out for me.
The East End photographs also had an authenticity that struck me. I found the Rio Club, 1968 extremely interesting and unusual. The composition is so daring and the TV set looks like it is about to fall on the man sitting below and crush him. He looks so innocent. I also thought The Dragon Club, Whitechapel 1968 showed us something foreboding and dangerous, the black shadow that cuts into the image seems to be suggesting something will devour the rest of the scene soon, is already eating into it, into the black and white image of innocent children on the wall, which are captured and frozen in an earlier photograph. Again the composition is bold and although rigorous it is not an easy composition, putting us on edge. These photographs were part of a series of coloured photographs for the Sunday Times Magazine in 1968 for an article called East End Faces.
Finally, I was touched by the photographs of Sudanese children, taken when other famous faces from the celebrity world used their reputation and influence to raise funds and awareness for LiveAid. [5]There has been some criticism in recent years of this well known project and some of the arguments are difficult to dismiss but when I looked at the photographs taken by Baily I was, even today after we have been inured to such images due to the frequency with which we are shown them, filled with horror and anger that we humans can allow starvation like this to occur. In particular, the photograph of a hand next to a tiny starving infant is simply shocking and horrifying, and it was these images that contributed to the groundswell of Western abhorrence.
One of the images did trouble me. A tiny starving child with a skull for a head and a skeleton for a body is rendered beautiful by the lighting, tones and composition. This is a perennial question – is it right to use someone else’s suffering for the purposes of art? Photographers in particular are ‘guilty’ if indeed one believes it is morally questionable to create artistic expression out of misery and suffering.
Baily has always been interested in skulls, has always taken photographs of them and there are several still life images featuring skulls in the exhibition. [6]“‘We end up as art, as sculpture, in a funny sort of way. It’s the ultimate self-art. It’s like “destruction art”, isn’t it?’ Baily observes.” I couldn’t help but make the connection between his fascination for skulls in one room and the photograph of an ephemeral child made to look hauntingly beautiful whom in all likelihood died from starvation soon after the photo was taken. Did she unwittingly end up as art as she was dying.
Tim Marlow in his introduction to the book Baily’s Stardust printed by the National
Portrait Gallery includes a quote that talks about Baily’s fondness of relying
on ‘The accidental nature of the universe” much like the [7]Dadaists
and Surrealists. It was an accident that
I read a book about our narcissistic culture which looked in some detail at the
current obsession with celebrity and where this started, and then went to see
one of the icons whom, it could be argued, contributed in some way, good or
bad, to the beginning of this current trend.
But what I have learned whilst visiting this exhibition is that David
Baily is about a great deal more than his celebrity photographs. He has a broad and eclectic collection of
work behind him and before him if he keeps working, which I believe he plans
to. Whenever I mentioned I’d been to see
his work to friends, they commented on how good looking he once was. He cannot be separated from that early image,
the 60s icon, one of the very few in reality who were actually there on the King’s Road or in Carnaby Street making
legends. (I think that particular 60s
only happened to a handful of people at most.) That history feeds into how we
see and perceive his work and him, but I have learned that he is a hugely
rounded artist and a pivotal recorder and photographic commentator of late 20th
century culture.
Incidentally, I have and continue to take
photos of actors some of whom may well be famous one day if they’re not on
their way already. Not sure yet if
family or actor’s headshots and publicity is the way forward for me, perhaps
both, who knows? Either way though, I
make myself laugh with my slightly disdainful stance on celebrity!
[1] Page 12, Baily’s Stardust, introductory essay by Tim Marlow,
published by National Portrait Gallery, 2014.
[2] Page 12, Baily’s Stardust, introductory essay by Tim Marlow,
published by National Portrait Gallery, 2014.
[3] Page 192, Baily’s Stardust, Box of Pin Ups section, published by
National Portrait Gallery, 2014.
[4] Page 60 & 62, The Narcissism Epidemic Living in the Age of
Entitlement, Jean Twenge PH. D. and W. Keith Campbell PH. D., Atria Paperback,
2009, First Paperback Edition, 2013
[5] http://www.theguardian.com/world/2005/jun/24/g8.debtrelief
Here one of a number of voices expressing doubt about how much good Live Aid
and subsequent similar activity has actually done for Sub-Saharan Africa, which
is poorer now than ever.
[6] Page 261, Baily’s Stardust, introductory essay by Tim Marlow,
published by National Portrait Gallery, 2014.
[7] Dada & Surrealism, Matthew Gale, Phaidon, Page 63, about Hans
Arp ‘The most revolutionary of Arp’s collages were those made “according to the
laws of chance”’.
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