i don’t care who banksy is

Flower power by Banksy

there. i said it.

in fact, even if it is robin something-or-rather and there are supposed photos, i don’t wanna know.

the man has become a sleb without having a more tangible physical identity, so can we just let it stay that way, for god’s sake.

it’s almost like the only way your MOR appreciators and press can deal with a big deal is if they can write, robin such-and-such from bristol, 35. box, ticked. category fit, actual person to focus on and not the message.

the fact that his ‘elusive identity’ and the search to unhand that has become such an issue is COMPLETELY MISSING THE POINT, people!

grumble, grumble, grouch, grounch.

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public art, public opinion: the fourth plinth

The kids over at the We Made This blog have done a great post on the Fourth Plinth project happening in London’s Trafalgar Square. It’s a public sculpture project, with a shortlist chosen by experts, exhibited at the National Gallery and open to consultation with the public. Luckily, it’s in London and has the involvement of the National and the Mayor of London/GLA, making it somewhat more refined and educated than something with audience participation like that would end up being here (think Australian Idol vs The Archibald).

Which i think is a bit of a shame, really. Seeing as work is created with public funds and is in the public domain, having the public take some ownership of it by having a say in its selection makes sense. In theory.

The reality here is that a larger proportion of the Australian population don’t give a fuck about art, don’t know anything about it, don’t want to even consider paying for it out of their precious possible-loan-repayment money and don’t listen when it is explained why good public art makes a difference to a city.

Which is such a pity, because there is a dearth of good public art sculpture out there (especially in Melbourne, a city brimming with good sculptural artists) and as discussed in a recent (suprisingly decent) Australian Art Review article, those responsible for commissioning the works are largely bureaucratic, unaware and narrow minded. Imagine if the process became a collaboration between curators, museums, artists and an appreciative public, like the Fourth Plinth project? This city’s reputation for public sculpture could almost match its reputation for street art, fine art, music, culture and general funky goodness.

Oh and as much as I would love to see a family of Trace’s meerkats hanging out on the plinth at Trafalgar Square, I’m going for Jeremy Deller’s Spoils of War. Register your opinion over here if you like.

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proxy required

Can someone in London please do me a favour and be a proxy me for a couple of hours by doing these three things in my absence? I’d do them myself, but for the slight problem of distance:

.1. go to Lisson Gallery and see the Santiago Sierra show there. He’s an amazing artist who does great politically-charged installation work (including in the Korean DMZ and in the UAE). He’ll also be doing a sound work on Bell St (right near Edgeware Rd tube station).

.2. buy and read this month’s Creative Review. It’s a cheap special with an article I’d love to read with Will Gompertz from Tate Galleries on life as a client (mmm..Fallon and Tate, with sexy results).

3. hang out at the Green Man pub on Berwick St, talking shit with Will, Seb and Nina until the owner guy loses it and chucks you out, after which you wander around the streets of Soho, large chai latte in hand, late into the night.

Thanks!

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election reminder

This is a reminder specifically for all the Australians in London at the moment to vote on Saturday’s federal election.
It’s easy, head down to Australia House on the Strand (corner of Aldwych) and pop a postal vote in the box.

Considering that 2% of our population live in London, that’s a pretty hefty swing.

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100 club

the 100 club is an historic music venue in london. i’m looking forward to popping in there in a few weeks’ time. however, this post has nothing to do with that. well, not directly, although i am going to rant about music later on.

congratulations! you are all now part of the 100 club.

that’s right kids, she sees red turns 100 with this post and for those of you who have stuck around all that time, i’m sorry ‘cos you will never get those hours back. but hopefully at least a couple of them were worth it.

i started this blog as a way to have a bit of online space and exposure for my work until i got my shit together to get a website. then somewhere along the way i got up on my high horse, started reviewing shows, talked about magazines and the state of the world. and occasionally plugged my own exhibitions. i’m glad that deviation happened because i’ve somehow evolved through it too. and i’m grateful for the people that visit me on a daily basis. nothing earth-shattering, but still kinda cool.

and now i have a website, so i can justify my random ramblings a lot easier too!

when my myspace blog turned 100, i created a big long list of 100 things that pissed me off. it was very satisfying, if not altogether a great piece of literary masterpiece. this time, i’ll try to be a little more mature and just focus on one: MTV.

‘what does mtv have to do with art?’ i can hear you asking. absolutely fuck-all. the long-term bee in my bonnet about it got aggravated on a blog the other day and rather than slag off rob’s client on his blog, i thought i would spew about it here.

i’ve been into art and music for ages. art is my first love thanks to my primary school teacher’s attention to my ‘skills’ [more about art education another day] but music is more my passionate lover to my committed art love. i can have vicious arguments with friends about whether the sex pistols are a crock of manufactured shit like N*Sync which almost come to blows (especially ‘cos i’m obviously right).

so, when the topic of MTV came up, i saw red. because in my not-so-humble opinion, MTV is responsible for the worst bands in history and a generation of self-centered arseholes with no concept of anyone further than their myspace friends list.

MTV’s mantra in the 80s was “I want my MTV”. it’s pretty catchy, targets youth with a voracious appetite and certainly reflected the need for something with a bit of spunk.


But that’s where my respect for them ends. The 80s was all about gimme. gimme a fast car, a hot girl, nice clothes, a blow job and music to fuck to. now. profits soared, CEOs became the new spiritual leaders, coke became socially acceptable and so did cocaine. AIDS blossomed and New York was the centre of the fucking universe. What better climate than to launch a cable channel that took popular music, used the instantaneous nature of the television and pumped it into homes across the world.

Music became a commodity based on external and ego-driven factors, like everything else. Musicians with 1 hit single became instant celebrities without having to work for it, music became about brand recognition and unit shifting, rather than something that inspired passion. I know that age and probably rob will argue against me on this one. so be it. i’m pig-headed about this. almost as much as i am about woody allen.

So music ‘stars’ are suddenly celebrities, the pressure to ‘perform’ in an accessible way is now ridiculous. Record companies and publicists have worked out the film clip before the last verse has been recorded and thanks to MTV, beating consumers over the head with a product has become standard. Ever notice how many times the latest Beyonce film clip gets played around the time of release? A brazilian, that’s how many!

And thanks to MTV, instead of music being judged on its ability to make you feel something, what it may be saying, the skill and craft of the musician or the relevance to the world at large, music is being ‘charted’ based on album sales, single sales and awarded on these ideas as a result. No other creative industry has been economically rationalised in the way (popular) music has and i believe MTV has played a huge part in that.

The other thing that fucks me off about MTV is that the core, the very seed of the idea behind the channel is actually not that bad. The idea that music moves people and that people want to have access to that often. What MTV could have done is to actually really support musicians over a really diverse range of styles, countries, languages and intentions. MTV could have actually unified so many people, despite their difference in taste. All it has managed to do is to alienate people in creating a greedy, superficial, territorial ideal about music that can be manipulated at the drop of a hat.

OK. so. some of that may not make much sense. that happens when i get angry. i hope it made you think though. if not about MTV, maybe about the greedy rationalisation of art or film or theatre or stamp collecting.

or maybe you’ll just have to come back in a couple of days. i’m reviewing the first draft and MOP show and everything should be back to normal 🙂

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