A combination of things meant that I didn’t post anything yesterday – these things happen.
Busy old day doing al sorts of things so everything a bit of a rush – listening to Adagio of Spartacus and Phrygia as I write this – not sure why I mentioned this but there we are.
I certainly did whilst visiting the Djanogly art gallery at the University of Nottingham. The banana was nice as well – which is more than can be said for the website…not good not good at all.
Hiding in my room,
safe within my womb.
Paul Simon
I don’t know why but these few works fascinate me…silly really but there we go. Yesterday I spent too much my time watching the latest Netflix blockbuster Marco Polo. It really is a strange mix of Kung Fu movie meets Game of Thrones (GOT) and follows the exploits of Marco Polo at the court of Kublai Khan. It is utterly preposterous but this isn’t the series main faults. No the faults can be summed up in two parts: Firstly it is six episodes squeezed into 10 – really some of the episode in the centre are not worth mentioning (IMO); Secondly, and I guess this is the biggy, we know what happens in the end – Khan becomes emperor of China, starting the Yuan dynasty, his son never becomes emperor nor does his scheming ‘littlefinger’ finance minister and finally Marco Polo comes back to the west. These are not plot spoilers but know historical facts. Compared to Game of Thrones, where nobody knows the end as it has yet to be written, there is no tension.
Beyond these flaws it is a good old sex and violence romp with a new twist on the sexpolitation movie, technically speaking I guess Polo should be classed as soft porn, where in an early episode one of the lead characters fights three soldiers who have been sent to rape her by her brother, GOT again, in the nude which includes some very interesting use of cart wheels. Another high point is Benedict Wong‘s Henry the eigthesque portrayal of Kublai Khan. Unfortunately, the women’s roles tend to be there primarily to get their kit off in one form or another, which is a shame as they seem to have some rather good female actors. Another fun game you can play is try an guess the nationality of the east Asian actors from their accents – I never really knew that 13th century China had so many different accents in the court of the great Khan.
All in all this is a really silly but watchable load of nonsense. It will never be a classic but there are far far worse series on TV so if you have access to Netflix and you want park you brain at the door there are far worse things to watch than this.
On a different note the second image has nothing to do with Marco Polo also I wish I had through through my positioning of the sketch of Kublai Khan! Such is life.
Christmas is coming and so we see the end of another art class with the usual sense of disappointment, not in the teaching or my fellow students but in myself. I come away always feeling that I could have done so much better. I haven’t made a photographic image of my work from today so instead I have included three little sketches I made, one of which is the tutor giving a demo.
Why is it that I find far more satisfaction from these than any major piece I may embark on? Why indeed.
Sometimes I find, and I hope I’m not the only one, that I start something in haste, perhaps for a bit of light relief, that takes a life of its own. I then find all the contradictions I have introduced at the very start to magnify until the whole thing gets totally out of control. This drawing is a case in point. It was meant to be a very rough and ready ketch of Natalie Portman, just a little doodle really and I didn’t bother to pay too much attention to such things as proportions and scale. Then it started to get interesting and I tried to correct the problems I had introduced at the start and things just got worse and worse until you are left with?
So what is the answer? Well I think it is a very compelling face. A woman who appears very much in control of her own life. A woman knows what it means to be a woman and rather likes it or is that just me projecting – probably.
Just to show you what this drawing was supposed to turn out here is its companion piece – very cartoony and loose.
One of the joys of discovering that should I set my mind to it I can make a reasonable facsimile of most things on paper. (Note to Editors – the word reasonable is used very liberally here). Today my thoughts are once more with my all time favourite movie – 2001 a space odyssey and before crank up the blu-ray player to enjoy the movie once more I thought I would make a little sketch based on some of the matchless special effects. To add to the atmosphere as I write this I have the Blue Danube playing in the background.
Yesterday I spent wondering the cultural palaces of central London with my good friend David. The visit had a Germanic theme as we intended to visit the Anselm Kiefer exhibition at the Royal Academy followed by the Germany: Memories of a Nation exhibition at the British museum – we had both listened to and enjoyed the recent Radio 4 series of the same name.
I think one of the most important things to do in life is to challenge yourself to look at and try and understand art works that don’t naturally appeal to your tastes, Keifer’s work falls squarely into this. However, it must be said I knew little of Kiefer so it was perhaps unfair of me to judge him on the little I did know. Now at least I have examined his work in detail and I found the whole thing fascinating but in the end I came out not really budging my basic thoughts on the work. For me Keifer’s whole approach from the 1980’s onwards can be summed up in the curator’s note in one of the galleries – see above. Indeed the works seemed to get bigger and more lifeless as the century came to en end. In the end possibly the best way to describe his work was oligarch art. Whether this is a bad thing other more qualified people can judge I found it soul less. However, if you are in London this week I would recommend you check out the exhibition and draw your own conclusions.
One of my continual moans about galleries is the attempt to clamp down on photography. I totally support the no flash rule but photography for personal use is another matter – especially in the internet age when every popular work of art has scores images available on Google. Yesterday was yet another example so I decided to create this triptych of images I could make in the Keifer exhibition. Actually I think they were more interesting than many of the later Keifer works, but then again I suspect I will be unique in that thought!
At the other end of the scale was the British Museum exhibition. This is an real must see for everyone in Britain as I think it will open your eyes as to what it means to be German. Perhaps the one thing that we forget more than anything else is that Germany is one of the newest countries in the world only taking it’s current form in the last 25 years. England, on the other hand has been much the same size and form for over 1000 years
Off to the smoke tomorrow so I guess I’ll be too tired tomorrow to post anything so here are a copy of images that I captured whilst walking the other day.