Thought for the day

Washing dishes, as is my wont, I tuned in to have a listen to the radio while the suds were doing their cleansing work. Radio 4 was doing their 'thought for the day' religious programming bit. No particular objection to that myself. Except that as I was doing this, the man on the radio was telling me what Jesus said and did.

I guess this is more a sign of my age than anything else – but I heard this guy more as a contemporary of mine than as someone older whom I had to receive wisdom from. It was maybe the first time I'd felt in a really personal way that everything, all human knowledge, everything we collectively know and believe, only exists in the minds and experiences of those alive now. Pretensions to an establishment that goes back longer than a couple of generations of genuinely shared knowledge are really just predicated on the communicative power of media.

Yet these stories persist, and are made new, made meaningful by our continued participation in them. It's maybe easier to talk about if I choose a different example. The last World War 1 combat veteran died recently. The last link to someone who was actually there. From here on in our link is secondary, documentary, archaeological. I'm sure Steiner has something complicated to say about all of this. But just then it felt like something to me: we are all there is. We're not really part of some millenial monolith, just the latest ring on the tree. Although all that stuff holds us up, it's really dead matter.

We're alive. We're all there is. What we say makes things live.

The metaphorization of practice and the mobilisation of book artists.

 

 

My work will examine book artists’  practice and show how they use books as a strategy to ‘metaphorize’ their practice: that is, how they use books’ capabilities and effects as a physical medium and as a social construction, to produce an interface between certain shifting terms that are brought together in their work. This is the ‘metaphorical’ work that books do through their physical form and in the significance they take on as a signifying social form. Amongst other things, I will be alert to ways that books allow book artists to bring together different media, different roles, different awareness and voice, and other forms of integration in the book form. In this way my work studies the practice of book artists to produce a compendium of effects that the book as a strategy produces in practice.

 

I admit to the prior intention in this study to show that books, in encapsulating a method of relation between radically different spheres of communication and action, provide a concourse on which discourse relevent to contemporary life can take place: that is, that book art itself is still, potentially, socially relevent, despite what I am increasingly viewing as its somnolent state over the last couple of decades. (I will work on criticism to support this) This suspicion centres around the work I see most often: that of artists who are committed to producing book art in preference to (and largely exclusive of) other work. It seems on the surface to me that many of the artists working most exclusively on the book do so with some intention of insulating themselves from the wider world. This does not have to be the case. Besides this, there is a competing critical sense that the works of these artists is no less worthwhile simply because it exhibits the concerns of ‘a certain world’ and no other (this is the case anywhere, including the ‘avant-garde world’). Such work can be and often is poetically complete and satisfying. I merely state that something of the engagement with the world and with the avant garde has seemingly fallen away, to be replaced by a comfortable state of creative reverie. Although we can perform feats of critical analysis on this output, they remain based in a very particular place. From such reverie originality has been known to come, and I hope the same will be true for book artists. I would iterate, again, that I do not make a judgement about the value of book arts that tread this ground (one all too familiar to my own practice, anyway)- but I do see unfulfilled potential in the way that books can draw together many threads of experience in the metaphorization of practice. Unfulfilled in that books reserve privately what would be valuable in a more public realm. I admit that I find the notion of reworking book arts practice into a more public, and to my mind more contemporary setting, is uncongenial. I am persuaded that it would be worthwhile however. The structure suggested by ‘public’ and ‘private’ is, moreover, inaccurate. But I am trying to point towards a way of working that is perhaps less introspective, and more obviously related to the critical concerns of the moment.

 

What I had not hitherto considered about the possible outcomes of my study was that I might succeed in pushing myself and possibly others, away from book art as a more or less exclusive practice. By reverse-engineering the ways in which book art provides a heuristic framework for practices that work on the world in various tactical/rhetorical ways, I am reacquainting myself (and my imaginary reader) with the tools they had subsumed under the mantle of books. The problem of practice that books solved under their encompassing rubric, understood in this newly reflective way, affords an understanding of the metaphorical practice books make use of. The engineering of the book medium, its staging as intermedia and as a social construction, are incidental to the metaphorical practice itself, which might take place in other media. It merely happens that I (and the reader) have in the past found in the artists’ book a congenial constellation of situation, strategy and tactic. Once we have understood these, we may be tempted to push away from books as a home base.

 

What about artists’ books made by artists for whom book art is not a central practice?  In conversation with Julian Warren the other day, who is currently sorting through the Arnolfini’s archives (including a vast artists’ book collection), I found that he thinks the most interesting and most successful books are made by these artists. My thought, which I haven’t entirely abandoned, is that these books tend to be made by established artists who have attracted the services of publishers such as bookworks who are keen to work with them. Simply because they’re established (and therefore, we hope, ‘good’ artists), there tends to be more interesting output.

 

Notwithstanding my partial argument, I wonder if Warren is not correct, and that more interesting work is done by artists who don’t see books as ‘home’ but as a situation much like any other to which they can bring their practice. There are physical forms, rhetorical possibilities, and the significance of the book, sure. But these are seen not as the identity of one’s practice, but as part of the tools tactically available at the time. These artists remain in touch with the world, rather than taking on books as a turtle does its shell.

 

This sounds harsh. I don’t mean to criticise book artists so strongly, nor to generalise as thoroughly as it sounds. However, I know from my own experience, if from no other, that books are a persuasive cocoon. Like certain other cocoons though, they are made of valuable stuff, and with drawing out, can be made to go far. 

 

Making books can teach us, as artists, useful things, and provide many useful solutions. But it is becoming important to me to see if there is not more that can be done with these tools. Whether this means abandoning books as an exclusive practice, or whether it means adapting my practical methods of production is not clear. But I want to be in touch with the world. I want the same for other book artists too,, and I wonder if, by collecting the ways in which artists’ book practice works, I might not persuade some of them that there is more that could be done.

 

I come to these thoughts wondering if I am not enacting a supplement in the sense of a ‘pharmakon’ that at once works as a remedy and as a poison to the thing it supplements and usurps. To say so is to exaggerate the potency of my study. But certainly I seem to have reached a point where these questions- which, it should be remembered, come from my efforts to ratify book art- start to question whether it is the solution it thinks it is, and whether it is not, in fact, a way of doing things that potentially blocks me (if no one else) off from further development. It is equally persuasive to me that this is not the exclusive conclusion one could come to. The ways and means embodied by book art and criticised here could be transformed by reflection and bring about the rapprochement with the world that I seem to believe is necessary.

 

1 Sept, 2007.

Robert Smithson, Robert Smithson, Robert Smithson

I’ve been battered with Robert Smithson recently. So far I haven’t read a word of his, but that’ll soon change. I just got a copy of his collected writings.

Smithson has repeatedly cropped up over the last 6 weeks or so, First off my good friend Andrew Atkinson has been reading Smithson alongside some work on the great American city planner Robert Moses as part of the background research he’s doing on a project he’s doing based underneath a highway overpass in Northern Manhattan. we spent some time shooting pictures there while I was over in the United States to speak at a conference on artists’ books in Chicago.

Secondly, I came across Smithson’s collected writings again when I looked over the resource materials at the Alex Hartley exhibition at Edinburgh’s Fruitmarket gallery– Hartley’s work on the built environment, using ‘buildering’, the technique of climbing on buildings as an act of urban trespass or critique, and his appropriation of urban spaces and architectural spaces as a realm of artistic reflection, presumably reflected in Smithson’s writings.

Thirdly, I was speaking with Julian Warren and Smithson came up. Julian is working at Bristol Record Office just now, doing some preliminary sorting of the Arnolfini‘s archives, which at the beginning of Julian’s task were literally 400 boxes of assorted stuff. Amongst this lot they have a very interesting collection of artists’ books from the 60’s and 70’s, including, I’m told, comprehensive examples of Ed Ruscha’s ‘trade’ books… and works by Robert Smithson.

From my point of view the significance of the coincidence points up the collision of some of my interests. There must, I think, be something in this. So I’m off to find out more about him and his work, which I previously only knew through Spiral Jetty.

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some angels

the angel of never was
the angel of the one you never met
the angel of the turn in the road
the angel of ash
the angel of your breath’s journey
the angel of the mistake
the angel of glancing away
the angel that was buried and not seen
the angel that did not stop you
the angel that is on the next page
the angel that is too large for you to see
the angel that is illegible
the angel that is near and far
the angel lost in the archive
the angel who brought you
the angel you mistook for a bird
the angel that was in your dream
the angel in your photograph
the angel of your last footstep
the angel of your waking
the angel you were
the angel who took it away

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Alex Hartley at the Fruitmarket Gallery, Edinburgh

Alex Hartley at the Fruitmarket Gallery, Edinburgh- Hartley is a ‘builderer’, meaning he climbs about on the surface of human-constructed objects. The photographs in this exhibition are of several main sorts. One records his buildering exploits, with the artist perched, clinging or splatted against various concrete, brick and stone surfaces, whilst others are photos of buildings where possible routes are mapped out with lines superimposed on the surface of the photos. Other work was of ‘stolen’ images of various private modernist homes (which Hartley later began clambering about on, in an attempt to get closer still to the buildings). He also creates sculptural pieces that include ;ife-size photos behind glass intended to create model spaces we have some voyeuristic access to, but into which we can never go.

This tension between our legitimate gaze and trespass is brought up time and again by Hartley in these pieces, and taken further in his buildering, which represents a particular form of creatively-motivated trespass. It is twofold: it involves his physical trespass on the property, and the wrongness of his encounter with the building in a way never intended by the architect. His body looks wrong, splatted against these surfaces. The architectonic framing of the modernist (and other) spaces he transgressses usually support the human being in a simple perspectival plane, not tilted at strange angles into crevices. The lines of ascent and traverse on other pieces represent the same thing- this time the line of looking for routes that deny the usual architectural progress through designated volumes.

Some photos involve a sort of collage of materials (wood, plastic) assembled in detailed form like architectural models, reading right into the photographic space, but projecting from it. The collage obscures any underlying image that might inform the object’s construction. They might represent things that are ‘really’ in the photo, or they might not.
(Hartley’s process of ‘imagining what might be there’ tells me there’s nothing beneath’) But the point is that it doesn’t matter. Our imposition on the real landscape being photographed is every bit as transitory and flawed as the constructions Hartley glues onto the photo’s flat surface. Hartley’s constrcted buildings are always either flawed or deserted, the titles implying some sort of hiding place or flight from the inevitable. I think this ties in with the ravages of weather and time that are depicted in various other works. Inevitably, buildings turn to ruins. Inevitably, the aesthetic and ideological concerns of our culture are deconstructed by our traversing them in a new way. Hartley’s art puts him in the position of an active participant in the ongoing conversation of what our built environment (and our representation of it, both in art and in language) means.

William Kentridge at the Edinburgh Printmakers Workshop

I went to see the William Kentridge show at Edinburgh Printmakers on Saturday. I’ll write more about this shortly:

for now…
Thinking of him as an example for practice
leporello
portage
commentary on narrated images
compare to Alex Hartley- surface line issue/the negotiation of contour
various strategies of continuation/assemblage/narrative. Held together by drawing itself

De Certeau on gifts

De C, around p28, mentions gifts and potlatch. This of course shifts my attention to Lewis Hynde’s book The Gift, with its emphasis on gift economy as a tactical ‘way’ within the world that is particularly suited to creative work (in the broad sense). I’ll take another look at my notes from Hynde shortly.

Around about the same area, DeC starts talking about the diversion of la perruque taking place across contexts (ie not localizably), through actions. The coincidence of terms (if it is a coincidence), makes me wonder what the current popularity of Getting Things Done reveals about its adherents’ attitudes to work and the order on which it takes place. In the Spinozan sense, perhaps they are taking charge of an internal order of justification for their work? Aided and abetted by the fluidity of digital working?

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Borges Quotation

“People say that life is the thing but I prefer reading,” says Borges. It is interesting that Borges, who, if anyone could, could see the way that the alphabetic world composes the life we live in, post-Gutenberg, bothers to set a distinction between the two. We are situated readers of the world itself, characters in our own emplotment.

I’m working on material that will help me towards expressing this. Mostly involving music stands and bits of paper.

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Spinoza/Mind/Free will

If Spinoza reckons that the good life is one where we can be motivated increasingly by internal causation rather than external causes (thus changing what we think of as free will), can we postulate a theory of mind that is simply a collection of such causations?

 The experience of free will is the experience that my mind wills a thing to be for me, and to some extent I accomplish it, through physical and mental agency. What is open to me are my interior causations, consistent with the boundaries of mind, and my ability to work in the physical world to the extent of my abilities and the laws of the empirical universe. (I make the physical/mental distinction solely for convenience. I really think that mind is material, too) What I think I am, do, and can be, is circumscribed by these properties of internal cause. There is no aspect of my experience of free will that is not served by internal causes: it is the case that the variety of possibilities presented to my will are identical with those present in the world and in mind.

If it is in our nature to seek an increased participation in internal causation, who is doing the participating? There is a homonculus problem here. Nonetheless, the events that happen internally depend not so much on who is in at the meeting but on what is on the agenda. Free will is all that is the case. It doesn’t matter so much how the causations are passed ‘under review’ (it is difficult to escape the homoncular metaphor of language); instead, the source of free will’s predicates is identical with internal causation. This doesn’t limit our mind, because it is our mind.

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