Archive for August, 2011

Richard Forster, Three verticals at approx 30 second intervals 21 Jan 2009, 11.42 Р11.43am, Saltburn-by-the-sea, 2010, pencil on card

As is customary, I went to mima, Middlesbrough’s modern art gallery prior to Sunday’s football match in the town. Aside from the brilliant exhibition on collage art, there was a solo exhibition of the meticulous, thoughtful work of Richard Forster. The blurb on the wall mentioned something about appreciating ‘slow time’ as opposed to the ‘fast time’ that otherwise occupies us in a highly-developed society – something that struck a chord with me. Seascapes are common enough in art but the series of monochrome drawings of random tidal intervals that ran in sequence around the white gallery walls contained so much detail that I was compelled to absorb and reflect rather than gloss over their similarities. It’s a soothing room.

Head For Figures
August 22nd, 2011

David Tindle, Head Study (1993)

This painting reminds me of Lucian Freud’s mid-period portraits (if I can refer to them as that). It was presented to the Ashmolean Museum in Oxford by the artist in 1993, but the canvas has the artist’s address from 1955 on the back, so I’m not entirely sure when it was painted. Mysterious stuff.

I’m In Rapture
August 16th, 2011

I really like the cover layout of the new Rapture album on DFA Records. The poetic title is a bonus, too.

Killer Film
August 9th, 2011

Charles Burnett’s Killer of Sheep (1977) is a shortish, slow film showing life in the mid-seventies around a Los Angeles black community. It’s full of awkwardness and memorable images of aimless summer days, at times feeling like a documentary and, at others, like a stilted stage play. It reminds me of the early work of other US independent film-makers, but the subject matter makes it quite unique for its time.

Jane Addiction
August 1st, 2011

I was cheered by this cheeky bit of sauce today! Old-fashioned technicolor glamour and wise-cracking Jane Russell make this song and synchronised dance pop out of the screen. Howard Hawks’s Gentlemen Prefer Blondes (1953) is full-on great entertainment, folks.