the queen

The Queen
by Chacha for Sang Bleu, 2008
who passed it gracefully
to
Lingering Whispers
She is also the cover
of the Lingering Whispers catalogue
due on the 15th of April 2010

the
countdown
has
began
!

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lingering whisper

Look, out of the shadows deep into the wells
I created in your eyes when they were empty
Never to speak of the smell of
Greed, or hope that
Echoes of bright crocuses used in the smelting
Rituals of all that celluloid
I have forgotten where it went
Now, left behind are traces of cotton
Ginger hair in a brush and an empty bottle

Wanting this posy i stepped back into the shadow
How your body reeked with my story
Instant gratification in my own existence
Slid down through the fastening of my
Pants and all that was left, was a word
Etched
Run

Text: © J. L. Nash, 2010

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the intense murmur of soft voices left behind

This exhibition stands, an artistic platform where art and fashion debate the merits of creation with the viewer. It dares to speak of over 40 international talents who explore the borderland where fashion is art; deepest fears turn into innermost whims, glam replaces gloom and depression metamorphoses into seduction. New perspectives shout of every stereotype and each reaction born of alternative visions.

Lingering Whispers confronts the usual rules of display of contemporary art. Far from the white cubed dogma, the Crypt of the Church of Saint Pancras, where the whisper of the memories of 550 souls rest, blends art with the tombstones, relics, and mysterious hallways. Once ritual spaces offered a chance to worship the divine but today this burial chamber celebrates the human. One year ago, in Waterloo underground station, Kevin Spacey’s Tunnel 228 project knitted theatre and art. Now, in this catacomb, art and fashion merge. Where else than in vibrant and daring London, under the serene protection of the Caryatids, could it have taken place?

The curator, Predrag Pajdic leads, guides, and inspires. His vision has set the path. His passion has been a catalyst for their creation. His energy mesmerizes and in the true sense of cūrā(re), he cares and attends to the needs of creatives and creations. The result is an amazing alchemy, an enchanting journey, a poetic encounter.

This exhibition exists because of the commitment of those who contributed, the vital support of patrons and the outstanding force of the artists and talents who decide it can be. To all of them. Thank You.

Now, let go and surrender!

Text: © Virginie Puertolas-Syn, Lingering Whispers’ Producer
Images: Pages from the Lingering Whispers catalogue

Lingering Whispers catalogue:
Over 200 pages
300 x 230 mm
On satin 130 g paper
Printed in Italy
Published by The Pandorian
Edited by Predrag Pajdic
Designed by Samanta Millaray Vega Ramirez
With contributions by Sarah Bailey, J. L. Nash, Predrag Pajdic
Virginie Puertolas-Syn & Jeanne-Salomé Rochat
Coming out on the 15th of April 2010
£25

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jane l. nash interview

I first met Jane over 15 years ago when I was a fashion designer and she was my life model. It’s amazing but never surprising to see how people develop and change and through that time, love and friendship can endure. Here we are now, sitting opposite each other with so much of the journey travelled across the world and in living many lives. She always did have deep blue eyes that draw you in as she looks at you and today it’s no different. Perhaps I should be nervous at the fact she’s an expert in hypnosis and neuro linguistics. It’s no wonder she found her way there, the combination of her intensity and her linguistic ability. No wonder I fell in love with her all those years ago. That’s why she’s back here today: to share a glimpse of those enigmatic blue-pool eyes, what makes her tick, (if that’s at all possible) and to put the finishing touches on our up-coming book. A long awaited joint venture.  She is a regular contributor of short stories and poetry exclusive to The Pandorian and I’m lucky to catch her in London, in between international training and international clients.

PP. Is Jane your real name?

JLN. Yes, but I have been known by many others in the past, Nellie, Nadia, Little Yeti to name a few.

PP. You are a lady of many talents, where do we start?

JLN. At the beginning is usual so why not start at the end? Right now, my qualifications and passions lie in Neuro Linguistic Programming (I am one of the few trainers in UK that can offer NVQ accreditation), Clinical Hypnotherapy – I’ve got an international practice – and Forensic Investigative Hypnosis all of which give me a different way of looking at the world which I guess must come out in my writing and now the beginning bit: I’ve always wanted to write. I’ve written for as long as I remember being able to read.

PP. Where does your love for words and language, written and spoken come from?

JLN. If I say it’s born inside me, I run the risk of sounding less than genuine but there are two memories that sit firmly on my shoulders. The first when I was seven years old and I picked up Tolkein’s Two Towers and began to create the images internally and then again about eighteen months later when I learned to read Chaucer with my mother, The Nun’s Priest’s Tale. The rhythm of the language and the pronunciation of the words captured me and from then on, nothing was out of bounds in a literary sense and all of it, every word and image became currency for expression or non-expression.

PP. Some of your poetry and short stories are autobiographical – does inspiration come from specific incidences or is it something else that inspires and how then do you process it for the page?

JLN. It’s true that I am often inspired by the variety of sights and sounds surrounding me but it’s rarely about me. I feel as if the autobiographical detail is more of a stepping stone to the message I’m giving, the story I might be telling or the image I want to paint internally. I have worked on developing my sensory acuity and due to that –I am much more aware of the smell or texture or sound that enters. This has facilitated a vocabulary I enjoy and can use reasonably effectively. Some of my favourite pieces of work however are completely based on others – for example ‘How Many Hats’ was inspired by Yusef Islam (Cat Stevens) and his work in the Baltic States. As for process, when I was 15, I had to write in black bound non-ruled notebooks, in my 30’s I used to insist on a manual typewriter as I lived in the Marshall Islands, not always with electricity, coconut tree overhead, sashimi in the ice-box and lots of damp sheets of A4 running through the Olivetti. Around that time, the American poet P.K. Harmon taught me a lot about discipline and being unafraid to edit and change and without him I doubt I’d have been as successful. However, today, it’s as and when I have time. There is no process per say, just the urge to record an overwhelming monologue as I hear the words in my head, ready for the page. I have sometimes dreamt whole poems and pages and woken up to write them down. I love those moments. I do fall in love though, each time I’m writing – even if it’s painful – it’s like the pain of love.

PP. Is love painful?

JLN. Every minute, even in its beauty and simplicity, because there is no today without a tomorrow and there is no life without death. Being in love is forever double checking that I do not destroy that which I love… Now, I’m thinking about it, I like the pain of it. I like the constant reminder of it. I’m lucky to feel it.

PP. What is your definition of home?

JLN. This is a very difficult question to answer. After being raised in England, Zambia and South Africa and then as an adult – living in England and the Pacific Islands, working in Africa, Europe and now living in the Outback in Queensland, Australia, I am confused as to how to answer this honestly. Part of me thinks I should say Australia because that’s where my husband and I officially live at the moment. I used to say home is where the books are and in the sound of ukuleles, but now I’ve said that out loud, it isn’t any of those things any more. Home for me is transient. When I’m in London, I feel at home sitting in Old Compton Street, glass of rosé in hand viewing the world with a dear friend; when I’m in Scotland, home is my brother’s smile. When I’m in Australia,feeling like an immigrant is home.

But if home is where the heart is, where the soul feels safe, every day then, the only constant home is the sound of my husband’s voice, the knowledge of his body around mine and my laptop, storing my words and keeping me connected to those I love.

PP. Should I be scared looking in your eyes?

JLN. Scared? No, but as you sit here with me now, feeling just a little more comfortable, you may begin to wonder why it is that you can feel so relaxed with me… I guess you’re wondering… if I have hypnotised you or whether I could hypnotise you… but in truth… it’s you that does the hypnotising. I’m just a facilitator to a gentle, safe, relaxing, comfortable space… how does that make you feel? If you’re considering hypnosis, let me just tell you that in Forensic hypnosis… we sometimes use non-verbal inductions… am I cobra dancing in front of you? No…I don’t need to be… but as you feel the need to drop your shoulders… keep on writing… because if you… like me… enjoy relaxing… it’s easy to do…

PP. How did you get involved in hypnosis and now that you are professional practitioner and trainer, what kind of people come to you and for what kind of help?

JLN. Like many practitioners I stumbled across hypnosis in my own therapy. Through Neuro Linguistic Programming and Hypnosis I overcame many problems and traumatic memories very quickly and was able to find the better version of myself inside. Most importantly, a version of myself that could be productive, happy and continue to be creative. I was always worried that my creativity was connected with the darkness inside me but Hypnosis and NLP actually helped me to source my creativity more easily, without wine and smokes and the anguish of depressive states. Once I knew myself better, and bearing in mind that I was disillusioned with teaching (even though I had taught successfully at Primary, Secondary and Tertiary levels) this seemed like a calling, a vocation, a way to work with stories and metaphor for healing and a way to utilise language with all its nuances and power as the energy behind decisions and choices. I think it’s incredibly important to understand that we all have choices. Hypnosis and NLP has allowed me the vocabulary to effect the choice of change in others.

The Forensic Investigative Hypnosis is a specific skill and is used in conjunction with Law enforcement agencies for ‘memory retrieval’ but I’m bound by law not to discuss the details of cases I have been involved with. As for those who come to see me, obviously there’s what you might call the ‘bread and butter’ of any hypnotherapist/nlp practitioner’s work at a Master level- weight loss, smoking cessation, fears and phobias, motivation issues but I also deal with Veterans with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder as well as the family members so that strategies can be put into place and people can remove the negative emotional attachments to pain. I enjoy the training aspect too and it’s interesting that most of my ’students’ come from a business background, learning to manipulate language to effect change both in themselves and their own client base.

What I do is largely content free so those who come to me know they don’t have to reveal what’s going on inside in order to change their responses. How could I possibly know what it’s like to be a divorced father, missing his children and disenfranchised through the legal system? How can I possibly know what it feels like to be ostracised due to my sexual preferences? I don’t, but I do know how to re-pattern reactions and that’s what I do best. I help others re-pattern their reactions, memories, behaviour and ultimately, their ability to choose and make decisions which are productive for themselves, whether it is getting a hole in one on the 18th green or coming to terms with years of trauma. The language, its syntax and the power within magical linguistic structures, together offer the key to helping all sorts of people (face to face and over the internet) find a sense of inner freedom.

PP. So can you help me to get rid of these extra kilos and get myself back into shape?

JLN. Of course! It’s really easy… when shall we start?

PP. How do people find out about you?

JLN. Through the usual advertising, I have a website and referrals – I’m happy to say that the majority of my business these days is through referrals.

PP. What is your favourite book?

JLN. Now We Are Six by A. A. Milne – I never tire of it and have an old battered copy in the shelf; well thumbed pages.

PP. Now what about your favourite food?

JLN. Fresh pasta or sashimi – it’s hard to choose between them.

PP. …and favourite Sex position?

JLN. I’m not telling you but there’s more than one.

PP. Have you got any advice?

JLN. It’s all about choice – so why not choose to be happy?

Sapphires dropped from our lips when we kissed.
Red Fire opals backlit our dreams of
Every beginning, every ending,
Every walk in darkened moonlight.

I am calling out in dreams, through sweat, on paper to have him hear…

Text: © Predrag Pajdic, March 2010
Images: © Francis A Willey
Verse: From I am calling out by J. L. Nash, 2010

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wes lang

I like to take American history and then completely ignore it. I come at it visually, taking images and telling my own story. It comes out of criticism and great love. There are problems [with America], and we all know that, but I’m attracted to the dark side of things. [Wes Lang, from Interview Magazine]

Wes Lang was born in 1972. He loves reading Charles Bukowski and riding his Harley Davidson chopper. His favourite tattoo is the skull on the palm of his left hand. Wes Lives and works in Brooklyn, New York.

Images:
© Wes Lang, Walt Whitman, 138th Dream, 2008
© Wes Lang, Tits and Flags, 2008
© Wes Lang, Buy US Bongs, 2008
© Wes Lang, Butterfly Morning, 2008
© Wes Lang, Stop the World and Let Me Off, 2008

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marinella senatore

Images: © Marinella Senatore, Own Double Entry, 2009. Marinella Senatore teaches Video and Photography at the University of Castilla-La Mancha and the University Complutense of Madrid. She attended the National Film School in Rome, the XI Advanced Course in Visual Art at Fondazione Ratti with the visiting professor Alfredo Jaar, the Fine Art School in Naples, as well as the University of Castilla-La Mancha where she is a PhD candidate in Public Art.

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francis a willey

So, so, break off this last lamenting kiss,
Which sucks two souls, and vapours both away,
Turn thou ghost that way, and let me turn this,
And let our selves benight our happiest day.

Images: © Francis A Willey
Text: John Donne quotes (English poet, 1572-1631)

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lingering whispers by sarah bailey

On the backdrop of the stage, an erotic film of a beautiful model with a snake writhing across her breast is projected. Enormous predatory robot cameras prowl the catwalk filming the parade of models that stalk by in their evermore exquisite, otherworldly ensembles, balanced on vertiginous ‘armadillo shoes’ like space-age chopines. Occasionally the cameras turn their lenses on the massed elite of the fashion community in the audience and at intervals they glimpse their own image projected about the space, as the phantasmagoric spectacular unfolds.

The post-show dissection of Alexander McQueen’s Spring/Summer 2010 collection Plato’s Atlantis (amongst other things, the first fashion show to ever be simultaneously streamed live) in the back of the Harper’s Bazaar silver people carrier is livelier than usual. The chatter of our little group strives to get at the nub at what we have just witnessed – an extraordinary immersive sensory experience – as confronting as it was exhilarating. “If that had been in a gallery like The Tate or The Met,” someone says, “People would see that as more exciting and innovative than any contemporary art exhibition.”

So often in my travels as a fashion editor, I find myself encountering spectacles, imagery and performances that hover at the interface of art and fashion. Collaborations and cross-disciplinary borrowings couldn’t be hotter. From the Chapman Brothers’ recent fashion editorial debut in the pages of my magazine Harper’s Bazaar; to the New Bond Street Louis Vuitton Maison, which when it opens later this month will be graced with an exhibition in its windows by artist Michael Landy (who famously destroyed all his possessions in his 2001 piece Break Down).

Of course, art and fashion have had a long and public love affair. From Elsa Schiaparelli’s famous dalliances with Dadaists and Surrealists (her 1937 ‘Lobster dress’ with a crimson crustacean painted by Salvador Dali was modelled by Wallis Simpson in a sitting with Cecil Beaton); to Yves Saint Laurent’s iconic Mondrian shift dresses which captured the essence of Pop. Another particularly sublime collaboration by the couturier with the artists Claude and Francois Xavier Lalanne in 1967, saw the sculptors cast a sensual bronze breastplate for the bodice of a gown.

In Lingering Whispers – a show very much located in the now – curator Predrag Pajdic digs below the art world love-ins and lucrative patronage deals of the luxury fashion labels and assembles a collection of work that explicitly explores and occupies the space at the borderline of art and fashion. This is a place where a balletic, levitating “Cinderella shoe” by Katarina Mootich dancing through the cavernous blackness of the gallery is as revelatory as it is beautiful; and where an intimate performance by Italian duo ricci/forte, set in a bathroom challenges its audience with the pain of impossible dreams and unrequited love.

Thinking again of McQueen – as one cannot help doing in the weeks after his death – this is territory the designer well understood. According to his friend, the fashion writer Susannah Frankel, who interviewed him many times, “Lee was an autobiographical designer – maybe the most autobiographical designer in history – and so the clothes and the way they were presented always reflected his psychological state at that precise point in time. I think that’s a very courageous way of working.”

There’s soul bearing and courage aplenty in the works presented in Lingering Whispers – a conjuring of beauty and opulence against whatever odds. Pajdic explains that he was inspired to create the show after researching how the 1930s big Hollywood film was born out of the Great Depression, when the studios would invite the celebrated couturiers of the day to costume the movies with the most sumptuous creations and set designers were tasked with creating glamour to the max. As a metaphor for our own gloomy times, Pajdic chose the sombrely magnificent setting of the Crypt at St Pancras to stage the exhibition, “then I could completely transform it into a dream of the most beautiful splendour and glamour that there is.”

Significantly, Pajdic does not regard fashion as a medium or pursuit that is the preserve of the elite. “I know so many people who cannot afford very expensive things, but they can dress in the most spectacular and beautiful way. It is something that you have to learn and experiment and practice and play and for me that is art…”

“With the exhibition I want to go beyond the stereotypes of fashion – that it is just for the beautiful bodies, for the beautiful people, who can afford the beautiful clothing. It is much more than that…”

And so it is. For all the glittering visual opulence on display, Lingering Whispers offers a breadth of nuanced, thoughtful and provocative work, from Dom Agius’ A New Royal Family, A Wild Nobility, tender portraits of venerable English eccentricity; to French photographer Cyrille Weiner’s epic series 2 Fresh 2 Die, in collaboration with choreographer Christophe Haleb, which depicts some wild and mysterious theatrical Saturnalia. New York-based German artist Christina Kruse, who has quietly pursued photographic image-making and assemblage, alongside her career as a model, makes her British artistic debut with her icily beautiful – if somewhat sinister – photographic pieces in which she casts herself as the anonymous female figure in the frame and probes the catholic church’s approach to sexual morality and female solitude.

Many of the photographic practitioners shown in Lingering Whispers have developed their practice and aesthetic in the European avant-garde publications such as Sang Bleu, Slurp, AnOther and XXX, magazines Pajdic defines as “brave enough to employ photographers who are kind of on the borders, kind of in-between.”

Gender and sexual identity are persistent themes throughout the show the adorned and eroticised male body is more present here than in most surveys of contemporary fashion. “Women were always considered the more beautiful sex, but I believe something is happening in the fashion world,” says Pajdic, “that men are becoming really strong and flamboyant too, and maybe this exhibition is about redefining certain things.”

Perhaps the most radical of Pajdic’s curatorial choices is his decision to bring performance and tableaux vivant into the mix. “Fashion is moveable, it is something to wear,” he explains simply. And as someone who has endured too many academic costume shows, when clothes are hung in vitrines as if frozen – lost of their context, their sensuality and their relationship to the body – I relish the prospect of models, performers, artists and fashion designers mingling with the visitors to Lingering Whispers in all their exotically-attired glory.

“For me art is something you simply respond to,” says Pajdic, “you don’t have to love it or hate it but it moves you, you feel something.” And fashion as McQueen himself said, “is always about a moment in time.”

Text: © Sarah Bailey, 2010
Sarah Bailey is the Deputy Editor of the British Harper’s Bazaar
Lingering Whispers
06 May – 06 June 2010
The Crypt St Pancras Church, London

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displaying art in alternative spaces

“We can once again declare the Museum makes its ‘mark,’ imposes its ‘frame’ (physical and moral) on everything that is exhibited in it, in a deep and indelible way.” [Daniel Buren]

In 1824 William Hazlitt, on visiting the newly opened National Gallery in Trafalgar Square initiated what remains, in 2009 a contemporary topic of discussion, that special ‘quality’ of the art gallery. Describing the ritualistic nature of his experience within the house at Pall Mall Hazlitt observed:

“We are abstracted to another sphere. We breath empyrean air; we enter into the minds of Raphael, of Titian… and look at nature with their eyes. Here is the minds true home. The contemplation of truth and beauty is the proper object for which we were created.” “The business of the world at large… appear like vanity… what signify the hubbub, the folly… when compared with the solitude, the silence, the speaking looks, the unfading forms within?”

Hazlitt’s experience remains arguably typical of visiting a museum, consequently museums remain for many the public façade of an intimidating institution, demanding quiet, informed perception of the works within their awe inspiring spaces. Within the eighteenth century art galleries became “indispensible ornaments of any great city,” arising from the elaborate private collections of the bourgeois class public art galleries, from their conception remain synonymous with an aim to educate and edify. Nearly every gallery today promotes the accessibility of its collection “to the widest possible audience,” the Tate’s mission for 2015 is to become more open, diverse, global however, despite such assurances by institutions they remain, for many a daunting experience. Developments in architectural style illustrate this desire, and requirement, to become more welcoming; the classical façade of many eighteenth century galleries was favoured for its reflection of the museums ideological function, “it is meant to impress upon those who use or pass through it society’s most revered beliefs and values.” Such an appearance is one now purposefully evaded by galleries such as the Centre Pompidou, whose automatic, street level glass doors are both a symbolic and practical way to welcome individuals from the streets of Paris.

This short mapping of galleries evolution is not without motive, for it establishes the institution and its connotations which alternative spaces aim to eschew. The purpose of this writing is to investigate the current trend amongst artists and exhibition organisers to display works of art in ‘alternative spaces’. An alternative space, for the purpose of this writing, may be defined as any environment other than those constructed with the intention of displaying works of art.

Despite the chief aim of this writing – which is to focus upon an increasing number of exhibitions within alternative spaces occurring within the last two years – an awareness of previous challenges to the confines of the gallery space is necessary in order to assist the reader in contextualising the five contemporary exhibitions and projects examined which, present works by Oreet Ashery, Jeremy Deller, Alaistair Mackie, Christian Marclay and Bill Viola amongst many others within a diverse selection of alternative spaces.

Widely regarded as precursors to the genre of Performance Art numerous artists within Dada and Russian Futurism staged events which took place outside gallery spaces. Of one such work, the Futurists Aerial Theatre (1918), Fedele Azare says “We futurist aviators will give day and night performances… painted aeroplanes will dance in a coloured aerial environment.” A further event, described within Dick Higgins Postface is that of a large tent set up by a friend of Bragaglia’s, containing a labyrinth of rags through which visitors were persuaded to progress on a motorcycle; both anticipate the latter use of performance by artists in the 1960s, challenging both what is considered art and the situation in which this encountered.

The work of Performance Artists, such as Joseph Beuys, Allan Kaprow, Yves Klein, Yoko Ono and Carolee Schneeman removed any intermediary between artist and audience; largely anarchic works forced the audience to reassess their preconceptions of art. In her seminal text on the genre arising in the 1960s Roselee Goldberg states a work of performance art may be presented “in places ranging from an art gallery or museum to an “alternative space”, a theatre, café, bar or street corner.”

Robert Rauschenberg’s performance Map Room II (1965) took place within the New York cinema Filmmaker’s Cinematheque; Rauschenberg constructed a confined stage within the traditional stage which lengthened into the audience, upon this dancers interacted with objects placed by the artist. Two aspects shaped Rauschenberg’s work; these were the dancers, all of whom were ex students of Cunningham, and, crucially by the situation in which the performance took place, “the first information I need is where it is to be done and when… which has a lot to do with the shape it takes, with the kinds of activity.” Imbedded within Performance Art was a desire to revolutionise art; Performance Art denied a seemingly essential characteristic of art, that of the tangible object, and with its development into action the transcendental ability of art, furthermore its situation. No longer was the art of the Performance Artists an eternal object contemplated within an art gallery, it became an immediate expression by the artist, to an audience in whatever space deemed suitable by the artist. In moving beyond institutional assumptions of art artists broke out physically and metaphorically from the framework of the gallery.

In a similar period the work of emerging Land and Environmental artists, such as Nancy Holt, Richard Serra, and Robert Smithson began to challenge inherited notions – such as the seminal importance of the White Cube Gallery – of the previous decade; turning instead in the 1960s towards the vast open spaces of the American landscape. Disenchanted with a previous decade which had – arguably – co modified the works of the Abstract Expressionists, a number of conceptual artists responded by creating works which “questioned established notions of the artistic object, as well as the authority of its context.” Arthur Marwick, in the social and historical text The Sixties discusses the complex political and social situation in America through the late 1950s and into the 1960s – a situation critical to the artistic developments of the era – and one which Marwick proposes to be a “mini renaissance.” “For some [the 1960s] is a golden age, for others a time when the old secure frame work of morality, authority and discipline disintegrated.” Progressive black civil rights, the beginnings of youth culture and drastic changes in personal relationships and sexual behaviour contrasted starkly to the rigid social hierarchy of the 1950s. Within such a new found awakening of consciousness the recognition of the personal and political power of the individual arose, facilitating attacks on previously sacrosanct institution. These attacks ruptured the unchallenged power of institutions, amongst them the art institution; and in doing so “unveiled the museum as providing a stabilizing structure that perpetuates the difference between the educated and underprivileged.”

Engaging in a critique that examined “the microcosmic economic and political preconditions that were channelled through the art-world container and inflected the meaning of all artworks” artists such as Michael Asher, Daniel Buren, Marcel Broothaers and Hans Haacke have become synonymous with the critique of institutions. Originating decades later the term ‘Institutional Critique’ emerged amongst interactive and performative works such as Museum Highlights (1989) by Andrea Fraser. Buren in his 1973 text “The Function of the Museum” declares the “mark” which the Museum places upon works within it, and asserts that it too imposes a “frame (physical and moral)” upon everything within it, yet Buren does not condemn the institution for doing so, instead he places the responsibility to acknowledge its authority with artists who create works “whose portable form predestines it to a life of circulation and exchange, market and museological incorporation.”

Buren undertook site-specific interventions as a means to reflect and resist such institutional influences and to draw attention to spaces outside the gallery, “working in situ he began using the stripe as a means of visually relating art to its situation; a form of language in space rather than a space in itself. He set up hundreds of striped posters around Paris and later in more than 100 metro stations, drawing public attention through his unauthorised acts.” Asher reminds are transitory, further acknowledging the “historical specificity of any critical intervention” as they are “limited to a particular time and place.”

In plastering locations within the city of Paris such as billboards and walls with his now iconic posters, of coloured, 8.7 centimetre wide vertical stripes, alternated with white, Buren challenged the notion that art was necessarily placed within an institution which disconnected art and society, a disconnection which artists undertaking works in public spaces such as the London Underground also aim to reconcile.

A relatively empty Wednesday afternoon on the London Underground afforded me the opportunity to discover one of the many works of art nestled amongst the some 274 stations on the network, on this occasion a quote, part of British artist Jeremy Deller’s project What is the city but the people? The poster proffers the quote “The greatest joy in nature is the absence of man,” from the nineteenth century Canadian poet, and forms one element of Deller’s 2009 project with the Platform for Art programme. Established in 2000 the Platform for Art is the London Underground Networks current art commissioning programme; the network established the Platform for Art to continue commissioning contemporary artists, such as Deller to create works to enhance both the environment and the journeys of the public around London. What is the City but the people? consists of two distinct elements: posters, found across the network and an interactive element between staff and the public on the Piccadilly Line.

A photographic bust portrait of Bliss Carmen – one work within a series portraying individuals such as Napoleon and Satre – with the above quote overlaid is printed on paper of a standard, large advertisement size. The harmoniously tinted portrait contains only the most discreet of emblems signifying it as a work of art, and is displayed at the pinnacle of one of the numerous escalators emerging into the concourse at Oxford Circus amongst many other similar size commercial advertisements.

On encountering the Bliss Cameron portrait shortly after returning from Paris an unexpected comparison between the installation of this work and the Winged Victory of Samothrace transpired. By no means is this a suggestion that the two are displayed within comparable buildings, instead that their respective locations provide fascinating archetypal examples of contrasting notions behind the display and perception of works of art within an comparable arrangement of architectural features.

Text: © Sara Kellett, 2010

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maurizio giuseppucci

Maurizio Giuseppucci does not acquiesce in collective oblivion. On the contrary he communicates to the viewer a sentiment of repetitive and constant recollecting. His artworks, a rather complicated archive scattered into numerous multi-formatted pieces, serve to expose concealed memories and convey forceful comments about the current sociopolitical scene. Rare images retrieved from the web and his personal collection, digital photos pigmented, distorted and magnified, hand made boxes and embroidered handkerchiefs, framed posters illuminated by a dim blue light; these are some of the media he uses as the pattern for his minimal yet elaborate installations. The level of his intricate craftsmanship is demonstrated in such details as the precision in the laser prints, the fragile pastiche of a tome, the meticulous packs, the unerring sewn fabrics.

Having studied Film theory and Literature he adopts a cinematic and non-linear approach to his subjects. In this case the artist is a camera and portrays selected scenes from a familiar heritage and then he edits them. Thus the common site of memory is elevated to a communal element of self/hetero represantations. Modified versions of the unvarying realities throughout history is what Giuseppucci actually does. Blending for instance photos of immigrants of the previous century with contemporary fonts and the layout of a magazine he is making a melancholic statement on the repetition of a man’s journey to a new country, a new life. Sometimes the message is strict and directly political as in his Libri series or red boxes, usually though it is subversive and ironic as in his Frames sequences, where a film still from Antonioni’s “L’ Avventura” is multiplied and combined with photos from the artist’s journeys, altogether presented in a cathedral, an installation that embodies the metaphor of the human condition and the existential tantrum of each spectator.

Maurizio Giuseppucci is neither nostalgic nor theoretical; from his cultural field selects specific fragments. A piece cut out from a film or text narrative and frozen as to be magnified and render an emotion. It is an archival disposition yet an organic opus constantly changing and inter- connecting. Setting still lifes with sensitivity to compositional colors and altar- like installations, the artist inserts the viewers in a private frame where they confront suppressed memories, commemorate not only individuals but moreover their own selves, reinvent and reinterpret their position in the modern world.

Images: © Maurizio Giuseppucci
Text: © N. Kount

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