Thursday, 19 October 2017

Art and the corrupting power of the market

Reading about Hito Steyerl I found the desire to reclaim the experience of art exciting but I began to recollect a discussion I had attended about theory communiste, which advocates the creation of instantaneous revolution rather than the production of preparatory propaganda for a revolution of the future. The power of the institution is upheld by direct protest art like the songs of the proles. This is what Orwell revealed when Winston and Julia betray Love in 1984. It's what one might call fucking self-neutering art. Art belongs to a realm beyond and outside of the institution accessed from the gaps in the fabric of its all enveloping mesh. Art understands the language of the soul or perhaps it is that but only by virtue of appearing in the gaps in the living society. The problem is that much time and effort is spent reacting against the patriarchal institution and yet much of this this effort by attempting to adopt a cynical or aggressive stance, rejects the soul in equal measure thus only serves to maintain the equilibrium of the institution's power.

Trying to force people to see the cracked mirror of the toxic nature of the institution via critique or detournement will only ever result in the institutions continued power. We can decide to move towards what we might do if this were not the case. To make a non-bifurcated art that refuses the institutional divisions of mind and body - science and nature - reason and poetry - emotion and thinking. Rather than make art "about" these things one can only make art that embodies this and make it visible in such a way that encourages a multi-modal way of engaging.

Dandelion Visions – William Blake and A. N. Whitehead

This is a multi-media interactive exhibition seeking through art and poetry to create a situation of entangled engagement between artists and the public. To organically disrupt the idea that art delivers a message rather than occurs within a living society. The exhibition seeks to grow beyond the walls of the conventional split of subject and object or mind and body and tries to offer a multi-modal way of being.
Inspired by William Blake the exhibition attempts to marry his fourfold vision with A N Whitehead’s idea of non-bifurcated thinking or “process reality”. Blake’s image of Newton is a vision of the fixed detachment of Enlightened frameworks, which fossilise or abstract the process of culture and life that it may be analysed. This state of stasis (essential to data processing) has the affect of not only alienating the public from art but each other too.

The exhibition is more of an on going occasion into which artists and public alike enter, reporting back on epiphanies and discoveries. It seeks to explore Blake’s idea that we imagine our realities outwards and workshops of poetry and object making add to a blurring of the distinction between the viewer and the creator. Consisting of work from all over the world the exhibition gathers around a central installation, The Nonbifurcatedman, propelling us via hyper-drive back into nature. As well as guiding the visitor into the space the central motif of the dandelion seed is used as an emblem for the spread of a collective creative imagination – so vital to a shared sense of connectedness.

The role of an artist is in some respects not to create a framework but to reveal it and in doing so offer what Duchamp refers to as a “way out through a clearing”. As Einstein joined time and space, A. N. Whitehead took the idea of relativity and asked us to reframe objects as events not static abstractions. This living state is underpinned by the concept of the soul for both Blake and Whitehead. The soul, so superfluous in an age of data and meaningless detachment, is the only thing that makes the equations of entanglement add up.

Debbie Kennard, Cabinet Member for Stronger and Safer Communities attended a recent event based around the idea and commented “I think if it doesn’t touch your soul, there’s no point, and that did. I think it’s fantastic having it [the exhibition] here in the library, it makes it accessible. Art and poetry, it’s for everyone, isn’t it. Here at the library it’s open doors, open dreams, open boxes of dreams and aspirations.”
I am not an illusion by Arzu Kiraner at Bognor Regis Library Sep 2017

the nonbifurcatedman Bognor Regis Library September 2017

Friday, 13 October 2017

Human Beans were put on this earth

Human beans were put on this earth

To learn to find the ending of a roll of


To hear the sound of goats’ bells as

they make good their escape

To learn to spot their luggage on a

moving carousel

To learn to read expressions and eye

brow tics as well

To walk around full circle Til youre

back where you began

To rescue eggs for turtles

With an exiled Syrian man

To bemoan the lack of signage on

railway platform walls

To fall in love with a cleric who wont

return your calls

To instigate a transfer that’s a record

breaking deal

To own a long haired hamster

That gets caught in its wheel

To compile an algorithm of the latest


Tell children theyre forgiven for the

stunts they pull at school

To grow tomatoes in a green house

Because you like the smell

Of bloody marys in the morning

And the theme to William tell

To learn to conquer evil in the

driving rain

And free a tangled seagull

Then hold it until its tame

To fall foul of a neighbour whose

fiddling the system

And plays the pipe and tabor to

disseminate his wisdom

To soothe a restless poet who likes to

quote from Prufrock

And buy a boat then row it to the

mermaids out on their rocks

To learn to play piano In a fetid

darkened room

To gaze up at the northern lights

Whilst returning to the womb

To espy a skein of geese

Flying in a v formation

And declare your love on bended

knee for a girl above your station

To find a broken record

You never knew you owned

And find a way to fix it with a glue

from singers bones

To facilitate exchange of goods from

something you’ve been knitting

To see a tree fall in the woods right

where the bear is shitting

To correct an imperfection with the

tokens you have earned

To see the moons reflection just as

you back is turned

To lose all sense of bearings with a

lassie by your side

And walk deep into a forest with a

blind man as your guide

To climb Galata tower with visions of

a fall

Then leap off spreading eagles wings

when you hear the sirens call

To travel to a city where there is

displayed an ancient throne

And with a broken heart experiment

with being alone

To visit a seers garden by the ocean

in the rain

And borrow an umbrella from a

woman much in pain

to sleep naked under canvas when

the artist isn’t looking

Pretend to be a statue she made out

of some old stockings