Showing posts with label project room. Show all posts
Showing posts with label project room. Show all posts

Thursday, 4 December 2008

Zac Dutton - Untitled Installation, and more on Jenny Francis

Something I forgot to mention about Jenny Francis' installation was the sound. Two small speakers played a quiet clinking soundtrack, punctuated by burbling. Was this the sound of the artist's stomach, digesting? No, she said it was a microphone placed at her throat while she ate. Indeed, there was occasionally a familiar voice that went, 'Hrr-hmm!' However, I could be mistaken for thinking that I was hearing stomach burbles, as the Jenny Francis soundtrack was merging with the one from the next room, much louder, more repetitive, but punctuated with diving burbles which could be mistaken for stomach noises, except for their 4/4 regularity.




This was the 'Untitled Installation' of Zac Dutton, which occupied the Project Room from 2-4 December. It consisted of the audio, and a video projection beamed onto four large panels which merged into a single painting, going round the corner of the room and onto the floor.

First, the painting. I thought the energy and colours of it were fantastic. The style he has been working in this term, exploiting the properties of high-gloss emulsion, is like Jackson Pollack in a viscous slow motion, allowing the colours to marble and mix. The larger he goes, the better the pieces seem to get (which may be bad news for the rest of us, as soon he will be taking up almost as much studio space as me!). This triptych goes round the corner, with the fourth panel joining them together on the floor. I didn't quite have the nerve to take my shoes off and walk on the piece, but that was what it seemed to invite. On the other hand, it is so glossy that it looks wet all the time, even after days drying.

This glossiness led to a slight problem with the video projection: there was a distracting glare spot where the projector reflected its own light. And the video animation of Zac's painting methods, which had looked so interesting when I watched its progress in the Mac lab, were heavily pixilated when projected on the wall, in a way that clashed with the fluid forms of the painting. The value of the colours, in terms of brightness and contrast, were also completely different between the actual paint in the darkened room, and its brightly lit projected representation. Perhaps this was meant to be a comment on digital representation, but I think not. I realise it is probably outside of the timescope (and budget) for a term project, but a projection of an 8mm or 16mm cinefilm transfer of the video would have preserved those luscious ovals instead of chopping them into little squares.

The audio track really grew on me - it's amazing how much he had developed from what we learned in the audio workshop. I was wondering, as his poster suggested that the piece was a response to the act of painting, whether these were digitally altered sounds of the slop of paint, etc. It was very hard to tell. It was quite musical... and in places, yes, it did sound like stomach noises. But musical ones.


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Wednesday, 3 December 2008

Jenny Francis' latest installation

The other day I saw Jenny trying to move a table. 'Let me help you with that,' I said. 'Where do you want it?' 'Just over here,' she said, 'where it will be out of the way.' What I didn't realise is that what would be 'out of the way' was her latest installation, a continuation of the themes she has been exploring of body image and self-image, particularly of women. Last year she drew silhouette outlines around people on lengths of wallpaper, then asked them to circle with chunky marker pens the parts of their bodies that they didn't like. This year the visitor was confronted with...



...a table covered with a range of smoothies in plastic cups with bubble dome covers with jaunty straws stuck in, and brightly coloured stickers on the side. There was a bubblicious menu as well. So far so much like many fast-food outlets purporting to serve 'healthy' food. Food, I thought eagerly, having been drawn to the table like a magnet at the prospect. I wonder if we're supposed to sample this stuff. I hesitated. Somewhere along the line, without my realising it, I must have imbibed a rule that said 'DON'T EAT THE ART'. Or at least, not unless you're absolutely sure that you're supposed to. Caffi Clonc had, after all, been advertised as a cafe. But what about this? I peered closer.



There are certain colours that food 'ought' to be. This bran colouring wasn't quite what I expected in a smoothie. I peered closer at the 'menu'. The contents of each smoothie were the entire menu of what the artist ate each day of the week. So the smoothies were... all that food, whizzed together in a blender: toast, breakfast cereal, vegetables, fruit, cakes, the lot. Which made the results disturbingly like what we see when we are sick to our stomachs. Ugh.

Upon reflection, of course, there is nothing wrong with eating any of the smoothie ingredients individually. It was just the idea of having them all together that provoked the gag reflex. And yet, there was the menu.



Each day of the week was labelled with a very self-critical comment: 'too many carbs Wednesday', 'can't stop eating Saturday'. So there it was - the reality of the attitudes to food of so many women (and some men), so much of the time.

Something to chew on.


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Friday, 21 November 2008

Caffi Clonc



Last time I said there was always something going on in the School of Art. Well, today I had the nicest cup of tea I've had in ages.

It was part of an installation by Anna Evans called Caffi Clonc (clonc is Welsh for chat, and caffi is, well, cafe). Conceptually she is looking at language and the role it plays in society (in other projects as well: she told me that for nearly a year now, she has been cutting the hundredth word out of every issue of the Cambrian News). Practically the event was a transformation of the bare, scruffy walls of the project room into elegant black and white, with dim lighting, a long table with a white table cloth, three black seats, three white candles, and three black tiles. Visitors were presented with a slim menu offering a range of hot and cold drinks, and a choice of three flavours of 'word snacks': chocolate with cinnamon, ginger, or something fruity. I of course ordered the chocolate with cinnamon, and a peppermint tea. As I sat I was pleased to meet people I had never seen or talked to before (first years and art history students). It never occurred to me to wonder what words I might be served, or whether I would have a selection of random letters, like alphabet soup, but sweeter. Imagine my delight at being presented with a white plate dusted in white powdered sugar, lightly covering the word 'WONDERLUST'. Wonderlust is the name of a group of second year students planning a first exhibition in the restaurant on top of Constitution Hill.

Anyway, the biscuits were such fun to eat. It was hard to know where to start, and eventually I settled on a process of subtraction,

trying to make new words from the remaining letters each time I ate some, so 'WON LUST', 'ON LUST', 'LUST', and 'US' appeared on my plate, followed by the ghostly shadow of the original word, white plate against white sugar shadow, where the biscuits had once been. All the while quiet jazz added to the relaxed atmosphere. When I had finished my biscuits the waitress appeared again and offered me a 'words menu', instructing me to choose letters to make a word or short phrase for the next guest. I was then so excited to see the reaction of the next person to my word that I hung around taking pictures and savouring my tea, even after offering my seat to the next guest. And then... my word was spelled wrong! But it was a proper name, an unusual one, so fair enough...

Anna would like to do another cafe, which is a good thing, since several people said that we should have something like this every week!