Ably assisted by the students of University of Cumbria Institute of the Arts, I saw some things in Berlin. A man walking a pig, for instance.
I also saw a lot of art ‘n’ that. One post only, as you’ll be familiar with the itinerary…
Along with the big work by big lads, the Hamburger Bahnhof had a magnificent Adrian Piper show on, The Probable Trust Registry: The Rules of the Game #1-3, (numbers one and two, nosey) and the usual strip of belters (including Thomas Schütte, Pipilotti Rist and Isa Genzken/Wolfgang Tillmans).
The Bauhaus Archiv remains intact, this week showing loads of images of lassies in shorts, lassies on stairs, lassies doing gymnastics (the odd male Bauhaus student was photographed too, mostly in their suits strangely: ah, they were different times) and there is a show by Jasper Morrison too. He gives good fork.
Buchholtz Galerie was looking wealthy, I don’t think we need to worry about them, but my favourite bits of the current show, full of favourites (inc. Trisha Donnelly and Mark Leckey), were actually the photos by Hervé Guibert. A bit of the PR blurb: The writer and photographer Hervé Guibert travelled to Japan in 1984 for the newspaper Le Monde to visit Akira Kurosawa on the set of his film Ran. Despite the title of these photographs – “Tournage Ran II & III” – these two are the only known prints that Guibert made from this visit. They show extras on the film set in soldier costumes as they doze or rehearse poses in a wooden fortress.
At C/O was Watched! Surveillance, Art & Photography which was a little like a mini Electronic Superhighway, including the ubiquitous Hito Steyerl (I just can’t get enough, it’s fine) and a brilliant but too wee installation by Meriç Algün Ringborg, Doppelgänger, from Which No One Will Ever See, 2012.
Cindy Sherman was at SPRÜTH MAGERS. If you like this sort of thing? asks SM, and I do.
What a beautiful day it was to be motoring through parts of the country I normally only glimpse from a hurtling train, with L and N, past distant lamb and dry stane dyke, towards Cample Line.
Lorna’s excellent show, Spolia, manages to seamlessly meld geology, ancient mysterious objects and sculpting (both natural and intentional) with Irn Bru and Neil’s DVD player remote. Must be how I’m thinking about things right now (after scrutinising images of my recent photos, searching for squares, pixels) but Spolia also speaks eloquently about levels of resolution, density and the stuff of all surfaces. Which is the stuff of us all.
A great sarnie offering too – and a chance to catch up with Katie Anderson, one of our fine Fine Art artist alumni. Thank you to Tina, Holly, Katie, Andy and all at Cample Line.
Thanks to a University of Cumbria Institute of the Arts related trip South, I got to see the Hiorns show at the Ikon (Birmingham). He seems like an old chum, having seen his work at Transmission and installed it at the Collins Gallery (University of Strathclyde, and now long gone) back in the day (that’s the early 2000s to you, jeez). The show looked to me like a sleek apocalypse – and he’s great with the traces of longing and nostalgia for youth (or is that youths?).
Also, the catalogue is a single essay (by Ruth Noack), surrounded by around 500 images of work and research, kinda, allegedly, un-curated. Delicious.
Watch this terrifying study of a journey and a building here.
“A top-secret handbook takes viewers on an undercover journey to Titanpointe, the site of a hidden partnership. Narrated by Rami Malek and Michelle Williams, and based on classified NSA documents, Project X reveals the inner workings of a windowless skyscraper in downtown Manhattan.
This film is the product of a joint reporting project between Field of Vision and The Intercept.”
Interview with the filmmakers here.
Vic and Bob – Vic and Bob – Vic and Bob.
25 years though – how the hell did that happen?
Some random clips here.
Enjoyed this film last night. The family are so literate and handsome, it makes it even more tricky to identify the acting from reality. Sweet, touching – does exactly what it aims to – and is a far greater undertaking than one might guess at the outset.
Watch the trailer for Stories We Tell here.
I’m so often not gatecrashing a GSA@GFT Friday Event, that when I do it’s like being a student again, except a really unfashionable and guileless one – with boring hair.
Bruce bumbled along, his tales of meeting beautiful, mysterious & wise women at the art school reminiscent of Alasdair Gray’s and every other guy of progressing years who couldn’t believe their luck (zzzzzz…) didn’t get me off to a good start. But there was a great story about a fuming Beuys installing in Venice and the day being saved by Bianca Jagger hanging Warhol in transformative order – you can read this in his new book I expect. Pose Band and potato painting my highlights.