Sunday, 28 April 2013

snip, snip at the hairdresser...


Snip snip snip,a hair cut as 'exhale' is clipped and trimmed and turned inside out...a bit of harsh treatment... if the medicine doesn’t taste bitter what good does it do? 'Sag' is no more, her stitching ripped apart, an act of necessary destruction, a punishment for the crime of being ignored. The blankets a source of inchoate comfort. But again subject to cut, repair; tear and mend; snag and darn...
leakage hairs
drawing installation
 

Sunday, 21 April 2013

LOOK, LOOK, LOOK , Whiteread at the Gagosian Gallery!


Another visit to the Gasgosian Gallery in Britannia Street and how appropriate a place to show Rachel Whitereads latest works. http://www.gagosian.com/exhibitions/rachel-whiteread--april-11-2013

'Detached' an apposite title reflecting both the underlying tenor of the works as well as the the great white space of the gallery. Whilst I was there a deafening hail storm hammered the roof adding drama to the three steel and concrete sheds sitting impassive and stolid side by side. Grey. Interiors marked by time and now caught forever in the setting of the concrete.

And then pink,turquoise, lime,purple. Translucent and radiant full sized doors and windows cast in resin leaning and hanging. Locks, knots, latches and catches subtly solid in the light.

The work seemed to me to render reverence to the mundane, to the overlooked and the everyday. As I continued to make work this week using old blankets the glamour of 'Tender's shiny Private View now behind me, I reflected on one of Whiteread's titles, 'LOOK, LOOK,LOOK'. Yes that is what these and my own 'unassuming' works ask you to do.
 
inhale
blanket pod drawing
 



Sunday, 7 April 2013

Celebrity for a day


The belittlement of my work is painful whether from jovial mocking, masking a deliberate hurtful lack of a desire to engage and understand or the cold rejection of some drawings submitted to (yet another ) 'Open' exhibition. Yet this has been in stark contrast, this week to having the very interesting and flattering experience of being filmed for a project by my daughter who is a student at NFTS.

Talking over my making, funny furry microphone just in eye shot, whilst stitching up , tucking in, pulling tight, dunking in,hanging up, drying out, pin popping and pulling through my work became a Grand Dame ,a Diva, a Celebrity.

She got her moment in the spotlight, albeit just for the day...and did she enjoy it? Oh rather....!!!!

sag