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  • Lovely Luke

    Went to see Luke Haines at the Islington Carling Academy last nite. Slightly disabled at the moment by a heavy cold that seems to have lodged in my ears making me half-deaf... I'm hard of hearing in one side anyway to start with and any kind of ear infection or cold sends me into a world of muted confusion... At the moment I feel about three years old, muffled up with cotton wool and olive oil.

    Anyway, the gig was loud enough to by-pass my bad ears just about and he played one of my favourite 'art songs' 'The Death of Sarah Lucas'... a blistering attack and I make no apologies for setting out the lyrics in full. It's on 'The Oliver Twist Manifesto'. He also played the darkly dangerous 'Mitford Sisters' but sadly no 'Satan Wants Me' (off 'Das Capital') which references both Kenneth Anger AND Aleister Crowley and for that song alone I actually think I love him.

    This is the death of Sarah Lucas
    As painted by the mouth of Verona
    Sarah Lucas and the Turin Shroud
    Jesus Christ on a tea-towel
    Take the cigarette Sarah
    Put it in your mouth, smoke the fucker
    Light it, suck it, don't blow it
    Don't make a big deal about it

    I shot Sarah Lucas
    I shot Sarah Lucas
    I shot Sarah Lucas
    I shot Sarah Lucas

    She's playing with morality
    She's using ambiguity
    She's using humour to question our preconceptions
    Wish I could be like her but
    I am not a girl
    "The Car's The Star" to glue the cigarettes on

    I shot Sarah Lucas
    I shot Sarah Lucas
    I shot Sarah Lucas
    I shot Sarah Lucas

    There are things that I don't understand
    Maybe I'm an average man
    But Sarah, I'm sorry
    But I have to kill you
    I traced her to a member's bar
    She's holding court, she's talking art
    Doesn't fruit look funny in a gallery?

    It could be death by cigarette
    Or one true blow to the head
    Just plug Aunt Sally in the belly

    I shot Sarah Lucas
    I shot Sarah Lucas
    I shot Sarah Lucas
    I shot Sarah Lucas
    I shot Sarah Lucas
    I shot Sarah Lucas
    I shot Sarah Lucas
    I shot Sarah Lucas

  • Rough Boys and Glamour Girls

    On Saturday I went to Transition Gallery to see the new show ‘Machismo’ curated by one of the participating artists Paul Murphy. ‘Machismo’ is an investigation into bravery or masculinity and the like and comprises work by Paul Clark, Ann Course, Rebecca Knapp, Paul Murphy and James Payne.

    From the press release:- “Machismo conjures up images of strength, silence,
    stoicism and self-reliance, the lone man (must it always be a man?) on a constant quest to master all that is around them. Central to the idea of machismo is the conceit of what is right, what is proper: ‘This is not how a man behaves’, and what is brought into question is the virility of the hero character”.

    Paul Murphy paints on glamour girl playing cards with enamel paints he inherited when he moved into his current studio space in Martello Street. The playing cards are flooded with paint and only the girls’ limbs are on show, buried in the cloying enamel.

    The cards are hung on the wall in groups and float in front of the wall. One miniature triptych (I couldn’t see it as anything but) has the best Francis Bacon orange outside of “Three Studies for Figures at the Base of a Crucifixion”. Another grouping is sprayed in white enamel mist. You can just make out the models. They are like tiny suffocations.

    There’s something about the enamel; it has a shine and a harshness. I’m not sure I would have found these so affecting if they were reworked in a porous watery paint. The cards are being sold separately, which I think is a shame, as they’ll no doubt go like hot cakes and the ‘groups’ in which they are hung (which enable the images to feed off each other) will be split forever.

    The groupings are flanked by re-worked photographic prints. I bought the skull one below. It reminded me of one of Genesis P-Orridge’s emblems and Psychic TV's Temple of Psychic Youth (which house was it in Beck Road???!!!).

    Paul’s ideas for ‘Machismo’ originated out of an earlier project about bullfighting, and one of the fighter prints is on show. "I liked the mix of a very visceral violence under a hot sun staged in pantomime outfits that parodied our ideas of masculinity".

    I also enjoyed James Payne's three somber drawings of places spot-lit in the middle of blackness. His centerpiece, and for me very much the centerpiece of the show, is a desolate boxing ring. I thought this was one of the most powerful images in the room.

    The drawings are so heavily carbonated that from three steps away they look
    like smooth slate-like prints, it’s only up close can you see that the darkness the images hang in is a densely penciled surround. They are also very smartly framed and I liked the tricks the picture glass plays. The photograph below is of me attempting to photograph the boxing ring piece, which was a bit like trying to take a picture of a mirror but escape your reflection.

    I also enjoyed Rebecca Knapp's paintings of "stereotypically boyish subject matter" and "displays of hypermasculinity". I enjoyed the one of the youths pissing on their victim... and although a central part of the image there's so much sketchy landscape and washes of watery oil paint that I didn't see immediately what was happening. In another piece shadowy figures hang outside a petrol station under looming skies. It’s a painting of terror and I shuddered at the wind and rain and at the thought of drug-fucked youths in county towns out for lashings of the old ultraviolence on a rainy afternoon.

    There's a great one in Garageland (a new journal published by Transition as a valuable adjunct to the shows) showing baseball-capped hoodies brandishing knives, and I wanted more of the violence of young boys. I wanted to be nearer to them, and pushed up against walls by them. Rebecca however wisely keeps her distance and because of this the pictures are filled with more movement and room. There is space to wander around in them.

    Anyway, go and have a look. It’s on until 12th Feb.

    http://www.transitiongallery.co.uk/htmlpages/machismo/machismo.html

    http://www.transitiongallery.co.uk/htmlpages/editions/Garageland_intro.html

  • Images of "Images of Lost Content"

    Met one of my collectors last nite at the gallery and took the opportunity to take some photos of the exhibition. The viewing developed into jolly drinks with the gallery people over in my new favourite pub the Northumberland Arms in Charlotte Street (commonly known as 'the sausage'). I shall continue to drink there long after the show has closed. The staff are lovely, there's some great little snug bits, it's dark and comforting and cheap. Just what a pub should be. And sympathetic to conversation.

    Drew the proprietor of the gallery seems to live in there. He sits there all night every night smoking cigars and drinking scotch calling in all manner of artists, waifs, strays and assorted bohemians who walk past the windows with a wave. He seems to know almost everyone who wanders past.

    Fast blacked it later to Le Bar du Retro just in time to catch Crazy G's Dj set... then I got pissed and dropped a glass. Oh dear. I hardly ever do that. Nevermind.

    I've included some of Crazy G's snaps from the preview as well just to add a dash of texture. A nice one of Andi Sex-Gang and I, I thought.

  • New Year New Show New Ideas...

    Forgive me for non-attendence in the world of blog. I fell out of the habit over Christmas and New Year (seems like a world away now)...then my thoughts were so taken up with my show and applicable stresses I've only just got round to it. My mate Dawn has also threatened to strike me from the powerful portal that is her list of 'blogging chums' on her redhairedqueer blogspot if I don't get my house in order... and she means business, that one.

    Anyhow, the show is at Nancy Victor Gallery in Charlotte Street in the West End.

    I called the exhibition 'Images of Lost Content' which is from A.E. Housman's 'A Shropshire Lad' (or least the 'Lost Content' bit is)... blasphemous i know but being as I'm from Shropshire I felt entitled to use it.

    There are some pictures that have already been exhibited, together with some recent ones I have already posted on here, and a set of small Cornish landscapes that I did over Christmas.

    Great location, nice gallery, but rotten timing. Quite what possessed me to choose January when I was offered at least two other slots later in the year I don't know... the compulsion to show the work I guess.

    The Private View was 5th January... Thursdays are great for previews normally but perhaps not on a freezing cold nite so soon after the holiday season. Perhaps I'm being harsh on myself... as the place was busy with one past-buyer leaving after one minute because he couldn't see the work properly, but only a couple of sales so far, and no press beyond a few nice mentions/listings.

    Early Jan is a tricky one and I did have a few 'no-shows' due to people being either ill or hibernating. It was f*cking cold that nite. It's on until early February however so plenty of time for people to drop in.

    There is something about showing an exhibition that enables me to draw a line under the work, meaning I'm clearer for the next project, and there's so much I want to do this year that having a show right at the beginning closes off previous involvements. At the I'm collecting copies of books from my childhood that were inspirational or full of meaning for me and I want to use them as the basis for a group of paintings. I will probably recreate the covers of the books as pictures and I think something will develop in the transfer. I also want to film myself in close-up watching certain films and tv shows, some of which I haven't seen for years, but that make me emotionally lose the plot. 'The Snowman' makes me cry so much I can't bear even to hear a small snippet of the music... and as for E.T. well, don't ask. I also want to revisit places. The current show is full of images of Tintagel in Cornwall; I want to go back there and record the experience with photos which then may become paintings. I also want to spend a weekend back at home, and visit places that were monumental for me... the place I had my first sexual experience, my first fag (no pun intended), the first tree I fell out of, the place I had a fight in the street and my Dad had to come out and carry me home kicking and screaming... ( I wonder if the current residents of our first house will let me revisit it??.... ).

    I envisage a medium-sized gallery, some paintings, some film, some printed photos... livelier than showing paintings exclusively. I think the work will be more multi-faceted going forwards.

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