Perhaps you’d like to see this short film of a performance I did with my pal, Lorraine, in Berlin – we painted 5 x 5 metre picture in front of an audience as part Urban Art Week. The video compresses the half hour we took to make it happen into 1 minute 45 seconds.
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It shows the two of us going through various procedures, processes and strategies – chance, tradition, disruption, and in the end, the power of imagination – to turn the painting of a picture into a theatrical event.
So to Berlin – an evening in September when it is dark by 7 o’clock, when it was okay to stand next to each other – for a collaboration between painters, Lorraine Durgeloh and myself, and musician, Markus Krispel, on saxophone, taking part in Pop Jackson’s Bollock
My good friend and colleague, Martin Ursell, is altogether a much better person at keeping in touch with people. He heard from Joanna, a graduate student of ours from a few years ago, that my presence on social media had increased DRAMATICALLY. Which made us both laugh. It’s only funny if you know I don’t look at computers, or I didn’t until this contemporary version of the plague, Covid-19, came along.
When Lockdown was introduced I opened the cupboard where the computer hibernates, blew the dust off its cover and brought it blinking into day. [Read more…]
Marcel is a big-hearted, wonderful man; a tug-boat captain, hotelier and “daddy” to an equally brave little dog, Poupette, a Rev Jack Russell run over by a hit and run driver, her back legs ruined but never her spirit she dreams, between barking at strangers (me), of who knows what when she tucks her head under her blanket in her basket by the reception desk of The Hotel Rubens. Perhaps she dreams of the days crossing the Southern States of The USA, balanced on the fuel tank of Marcel’s Harley Davidson motorcycle, her paws on the handlebars, the wind in her ears, her nose catching the scents of the road.
Dr. Phil Shaw was retiring (Ha! He’s never that – a showman to his bootstraps) but at 65 he was leaving the Faculty to spend more time with his genius.
The plan was that eleven of his artist colleagues would each produce one letter (including the dot). The format, a 10 cm x 10 cm square. To be presented to him at his farewell do. We would draw lots to decide who did which. I drew the dot. [Read more…]