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Delighted to have a poem included!

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I went to see The Nine’s performance of Paul Mein’s Voices in a Mystery at St Michael’s Church, Waddington last night.

Voices from the events of the crucifixion, including those of the protagonists and the bystanders, were evoked in this moving, thought-provoking  and effective piece.

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South Holland Open Exhibition

Posted: March 9, 2015 in Home

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Really pleased to get letter this week informing me that I have had a painting selected for the South Holland Open Exhibition. It looks like a great venue and hopefully my painting will stand up well along side the larger more abstract work. This presents another problem, which is getting the painting framed on time.

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South Holland Open Arts Exhibition today in Spalding. Pleased to have 2 pieces chosen for the exhibition.

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‘Fairy control’ to halt tiny doors in Somerset woods

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-somerset-30687171?fb_ref=Default

So sad! Children are children for such a short time.

When I went to see my son and his wife in Ann Arbor we spotted these, so they went in my MA dissertation pamphlet behind the glass.

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The Fairy Doors of Ann Arbor,  MI*

The tiny doors are just the height
for the scurried pitter patter
of people, mouse-size,
disappearing into a mystery
of blind interiors. Of course
they are a kindly joke.

Yet who can blame the children
for their bright attentions.
They still hold their glittering
imaginings and can turn them
to and fro, look in and through
them to a place that cannot be.

So they place their tributes on
the steps, sweets, toys,
incantations on paper folded
to the size of secrets.
Offerings to the world.
Reality can wait a little longer.

*The Fairy Doors of Ann Arbor, MI are a series of small doors that are a type of installation art found in Ann Arbor, MIhttp://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fairy_Doors_of_Ann_Arbor,_MI

Christian Marclay

http://whitecube.com/exhibitions/christian_marclay_bermondsey_2015/

I visited the Christian Marclay exhibition at The White Cube with my husband, daughter and ten-year old granddaughter, who was a remarkably sophisticated commentator.

“A further set of onomatopoeia is put in motion for the first time in a large-scale video installation Surround Sounds (2014-15) which projects across four walls. To make the work, the artist collated a lexicon of the sound effects made by characters in superhero stories. The scanned cut-outs were then animated using the software programme After Effects in a dynamic choreography that suggests the acoustic properties of each word. ‘Boom’, for example, is no longer static on the page, but bursts into life in a sequence of colourful explosions, while ‘Whooosh!’ and ‘Zoooom!’ travel at high speed around the walls. The work fuses the aural with the visual, and immerses the viewer in a silent musical composition.”

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This was really effective. You are encased in a black room while all these things dance across the walls, in a constantly changing flux. Probably not a good idea as I have just had labyrinthitis but it was so good “I saw it twice”.

“In a new video installation entitled Pub Crawl (2014), the artist coaxes sound from the empty glasses, bottles and cans that he finds abandoned on the streets of East London, during early morning weekend walks. In a series of projections that run the length of the gallery’s corridor, these discarded vessels are hit, rolled and crushed, forming a lively sound track that echoes throughout the space.”

 

 

 

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This was interesting, as the interplay with the sounds and the video with the shadows going past was dynamic if London’s detritus was depressing. It was something  to be passed through, not studied.

The drunk or drinking motif continued with found sheet music of drinking songs behind bottle glass which was less effective. It might have been better had the vinyl pressing been in action, though my husband (a physicist)  loved the machinery. The point was made over and over and over…

 

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“a series of works on canvas and paper that feature onomatopoeia taken from comic books. Unlike earlier instances of sound mimesis in his work, these focus solely on the wet sounds suggestive of the action of painting. Combining cartoon-strip imagery and the dripping, pouring and splashing noises associated with gestural abstraction, the works ironically bridge a gap between art movements as distinct as Abstract Expressionism and Pop Art. This is also reflected in the method in which they have been made; a combination of painting overlaid with screen printing.”

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These were great, I longed for a minimalist loft with one of these on the walls. they were full of movement, and i enjoyed seeing the processes involved, the spattering, dripping, swirling.

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We all disliked the performance which involved pouring wine into a grid of glasses, gargling with it then spitting it out slowly into a cup., even if it did  continue “the aqueous motif”.

When we got back to my daughter’s , Nev and I had an argument about the value of intelligence combined with effort in modern art which ended

“You always want to argue” – me

“I can’t say anything to that” – him

The Nether

http://www.dukeofyorkstheatre.co.uk/The-Nether.html

“The Nether offers complete freedom – a new virtual wonderland provides total sensory immersion. Just log in, choose an identity and indulge your every desire.

But when a young detective uncovers a disturbing brand of entertainment, she triggers an interrogation into the darkest corners of imagination.

Winner of the 2012 Susan Smith Blackburn Prize, The Nether is both an intricate crime drama and a haunting sci-fi thriller that explores the consequences of making dreams a reality. This new play follows an investigation into the complicated and disturbing morality of identity in a digital world.”

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Imogen and I saw this on Wednesday evening. It was a short play (7.30 pm to 8.45 pm) but it raised so many dilemmas. If a virtual child is abused in a virtual world that feels real, is it abuse or is it a safe refuge for potential offenders?

The futuristic setting, the movement from reality to fantasy, were all gripping. The set design of a virtual Victorian house in a woodland paradise, created against a 2050 reality of a dystopian world was outstanding.

So pleased that we saw this one out of all the possibles. We were struggling with the nuisance of fully booked theatres for other things we considered, so  it was an outsider, but not to be missed.

I was talking recently about the impact of this poem and these monumental pieces by Anselm Kiefer when I saw them at The Royal Academy

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Paul Celan: Death Fugue (From German)

Death Fugue
By Paul Celan
Translated by A.Z. Foreman

Black milk of daybreak we drink it come evening
we drink it come midday come morning we drink it come night
we drink it and drink it
we spade out a grave in the air there it won’t feel so tight
A man lives at home who plays with the vipers he writes
he writes in the German-born nightfall
the gold of your hair Margarete
he writes it and steps out of doors and the stars are aglitter he whistles his hounds out
he whistles his Jews off has them spade out a grave in the ground
he orders us play up for the dance

Black milk of daybreak we drink you come night
we drink you come midday come morning we drink you come evening
we drink you and drink you
A man lives at home who plays with the vipers he writes
he writes in the German-born nightfall the gold of your hair Margarete
the ash of your hair Shulamith we spade out a grave in the air there it won’t feel so tight

He yells you there dig deeper and you there sing and play
He grabs the nightstick at his belt and swings it his eyes are so blue
You there dig deeper and you there play loud for the dance

Black milk of daybreak we drink you come night
We drink you come midday come morning we drink you come evening
We drink you and drink you
a man lives at home the gold of your hair Margarete
the ash of your hair Shulamith he plays with the vipers
he yells play sweeter for death Death is a German-born master
yells scrape the strings darker you’ll rise through the air like smoke
and have a grave in the clouds there it won’t feel so tight

Black milk of daybreak we drink you come night
we drink you come midday Death is a German-born master
We drink you come evening come morning we drink you and drink you
Death is a German-born master his eye is so blue
He shoots with lead bullets he shoots you his aim is so true
a man lives at home the gold of your hair Margarete
he lets his hounds loose on us grants us a grave in the air
he plays with his vipers and dreams a dream Death is a German-born master

The gold of your hair Margarete
The ash of your hair Shulamith