Sunday, 7 October 2012
Friday, 5 October 2012
Another London
London is
so massively rich in colour. It is a
city painted over in a blanket full of rainbow-like dots and brisk brush strokes. It is a place where the people of London are the reflection of this immensely
colourful light and this stark shade of colour on the city’s blank canvas.
So why was it then, that when I walked into the Tate Britain’s exhibition ‘Another London’, it was a seemingly dark, grey room filled with a bleak sea of monochromatic images,
supposedly depicting London’s colourful city lifestyle?
Felix Man, '10 years ago, Victory Day, The lights go up in
London 1945’
It was because the exhibition was a display of black and white photographs
which were taken in London between 1930 and 1980. Forty-one
well-known and foreign photographers, explored themes of class, identity and
race in their images as the exhibition aimed to depict London’s hugely diverse
existence.
Neil Kenlock's photograph of a racist attack in Balham, 1972
The photographs (to my surprise) actually turned out to
be successfully and shockingly stunning as well as impressive in all their
colourlessness. I think this is partly because
we are usually so saturated with colour these days in London that we often overlook
the simple linear shapes and beauty of everyday life which are so wonderfully
and refreshingly captured in the black and white images displayed in the
‘Another London’ exhibition.
Kenlock's 'Keep Britain white' photograph was one of the images that really stood out for me. There was no hiding in this picture and I think that was the beauty of it. It really made me realise how far London has come in its lifetime...
Bruce Davidson’s Girl holding kitten, London 1960
Another favourite of mine was Bruce Davidson’s portrait of a young
girl holding a kitten as it proved to be surprisingly beautiful as well as delightfully haunting...
Perhaps, this photograph was so successful because it was
not one of the many stereotypical images depicted at the exhibition. There was
no double-decker buses emerging from the persistent fog or men porting London’s
infamous black bowler hats. It was more a depiction of London’s sense of strangeness, its loneliness. Davidson’s photograph essentially captures a young girl who has been suffocated by the cosmic city. She has been swallowed up and regurgitated like a
fur ball and left not only isolated, but abandoned too.
'Another London' - the space and layout
Moving on, it
was apparent that the exhibition setting was almost laid out like the streets
of London. It was arranged to take you
on an experience, a journey, not only through the gallery itself, but also into
the city’s past. The gallery’s sweeping wooden floor filled with viewers perfectly
replicated London’s street open busy roads full of people. The
space equally had London’s hidden
corners.
However, this
impressive layout unfortunately suffered somewhat from what I like to call 'the conveyor-belt effect'.
People were practically pressed up
against the photographs, blocking out almost the entire view of the display for
other people to see and admire. This resulted in
the shuffling and bustling of people in a singular moving queue around
the outlying pathways of the gallery, which happened to be rather irritating for
some.
Yet, whilst humming
around the exhibition, it was heart-warming to see so many elderly people. It was so nice to watch their faces of familiarity as they looked up at the photographs
with deep admiration and nostalgia.
Ultimately, this provocative and particularly
poignant exhibition really encouraged me to continue to play with taking
photographs, to explore the beauty and simplicity of the black and white image and
to really study the medium of photography itself.
The exhibition even made me think about how
today's photograph is tomorrow's document of social history. It made me question what
record I am unwittingly immortalising each time I raise the camera to my innocent eye? Hm...
Wednesday, 3 October 2012
Sunday, 30 September 2012
Wednesday, 26 September 2012
Marge Simpson
This week I have been working on my fine art practise. Yesterday we were asked to make a sculpture using any items we could find lying around the house.
I fell in love with the simple perfection of these discarded bottle caps in our recycling bin, so I couldn't wait to create something new out of something that was sadly left behind.
Hm...does this happen to remind you of anyone?
I fell in love with the simple perfection of these discarded bottle caps in our recycling bin, so I couldn't wait to create something new out of something that was sadly left behind.
I started by stacking the bottle caps, one on top of the other.
The outcome was a totally intense bottle cap sculpture.
As it stood against the wall, it looked like a sort of modern day version of hieroglyphics or perhaps the start of a bottle cap city...
But what I was really addressing here, I guess, was the severe problems we are having today with over-consumption and the importance of recycling...
Yet, all seriousness aside, my art is usually about looking at things in a slightly different way, and thus, this piece is intended to undermine the current situation we are in with wit and humour.
Hm...does this happen to remind you of anyone?
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