Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Stelarc Suspension Event + Scott Livesey Gallery - March 2012


What can an artist hope to achieve by repeating actions that he accomplished twenty four years ago, especially since those events or actions are so well documented and discussed in the public domain and within academia? I ask this question because the performance artist Stelarc recently undertook a short suspension event at Scott Livesey Gallery in Armadale in Melbourne, which involved the insertion of sixteen sharp steel shark hooks into his back, thighs, calves and arms. Apparently he was suspended above the large sculpture of his ear on arm for approximately sixteen minutes. I was not invited to the performance event so may only undertake a reading based on my viewing of various photographs floating around the internet and one in particular (the photographer unacknowledged) printed on page three of the Age Newspaper on Wednesday 14 March 2012. I’ve re-photographed a section of the photograph which is above.
My immediate reactions were that this was nothing new for Stelarc who has performed many suspension events between 1976 and 1988; so I asked myself what is this repetition and duplication about? Perhaps the insertion of the hooks, metaphorically representing the intrusion of technology into the body serve to underscore the sculptural form, which itself mirrors the actual ear growing on Stelarc’s arm and speaks to the way that contemporary biomedicine may be deployed in order to modify the human form. In both the suspension event and the ear on arm operation the skin on Stelarc’s body was stretched in order to accommodate an alien construct, one incommensurate with human bodily material. And this suspension event in which technology enters the body for a minimal period of time is contrasted with a permanently implanted technology, one that has now been fully incorporated in Stelarc’s body and psyche. Since technology is no longer antithesis to the human condition what does Stelarc’s artwork say to us in the 21st Century? Is he simply restating his initial position about ubiquitous technology and its obvious impact on human and non-human life forms, or does it broach a wider philosophical viewpoint. I’m drawn immediately to Nietzsche’s notion of the eternal return, because of the clear weight he places on his return to past actions and their echo in more recent work, however it is to Nietsche’s embracing of life in its joy and sorrow, pleasure and pain that resonates for me in this work, but perhaps that’s too easy a reading, or one that I am most comfortable with whilst considering this recent performance event. For, as much as I would like to perceive this as ‘new’ it IS a return to early body imagery and action.
I imagine that since Stelarc would not have undertaken this performance lightly, then we too must give it the seriousness it deserves and not only focus upon the pain that he experienced or the reaction of those witnessing the event (noted prominently in Ashley Crawford’s write up of the event in the Age), for my knowledge of Stelarc’s process is that he would have considered any pain experienced necessary for him to undertake the performance and to present the philosophical aspects, therefore pain is a byproduct, rather than emphasis or outcome of the event. Of course, I did notice (in the Age photograph) that Stelarc’s head was quote blushed and I assume that the reddish coloration may have been caused by an anxiety response to the pain or the situation, but I say this only as an aside for I am mostly interested in the body politic and in this particular instant the aesthetics or contrast between the very warm and fleshy architectural aspects and presence of Stelarc’s naked body against and above what we can only imagine as the cold, hard surface of the ear on arm sculpture. The body moving, the sculpture in stasis; Stelarc’s fluid body, swaying, changeable from moment to moment; the sculpture fixed, immoveable, a mere simulacrum of the original body; active and passive components inhabiting the space of the gallery. The white walls, the white sculpture, and Stelarc’s fleshy body tones, a play of difference; a passionate display of gasping breath and bleeding flesh in the somewhat sterile conditions of the orderly and rational exhibition space. The perfect, unflawed, large-scale ear on arm, a tricky object to contemplate alongside the imperfect aging and damaged flesh that hangs like so much meat to be penetrated, severed, re(organ)ized and ultimately if need be, modified and adapted by technology.If Stelarc’s performance event at Lorne last year revealed vulnerability of the human body and suggested a rebirth or resurrection, then this performance also reiterates that position.
Julie Clarke (copyright 2012)

Mars - not a teat!


http://nssdc.gsfc.nasa.gov/image/planetary/mars/olympus_mons.jpg

Watching the night sky as I do, last week I noticed the planet Mars - easy to spot because it glows red. For as long as I can remember Hollywood has had a passion for the planet Mars and has exhibited not just a fear of those 'little green men' - a stereotype of extraterrestrials born out of alien sightings in the 1950s, but a general xenophobia of all things alien.  Recent photographs of Mars and America's continual search for 'life', has prompted me to consider what they actually mean by 'life'. I've always liked Margaret A. Boden explanation, which is that ‘Metabolism is a criterion’ (1999:231). Metabolism being 'a type of material self-organization which…involves the autonomous use of matter and energy in building, growing, developing, and maintaining the bodily fabric of a living thing’ (1999:237) and further that it 'involves material embodiment – embodiment, not mere physical existence‘ (1999:240). However, since all life is used in some fashion, I'm wondering if America's search for 'life on Mars' evidence by the half a million photographs taken with the Thermal Emission Imaging System (THEMIS), a multi-band camera on the NASA Mars Odyssey is less a philosophical concern about life itself and our human place in the universe and or whether or not Mars is colonized, and more to do with how they can eventually exploit any potential life form and make a land grab before any other nation. The fact that they are investigating safe landing areas and monitoring dust activity tells me that they intend to invade this planet at all costs. But why? Apparently Mars is an extreme planet with changing weather patterns and its terrain is likened to that of Death Valley in California or Siberia. The best thing about NASA's photographs is the absolute beauty and terror of the planet, which we would not otherwise see. My view is Mars should be considered an amazing body. Am I old fashioned in my viewpoint? I'd like to think that we humans can appreciate something from afar without having to invade and destroy it, which bring me not so subtly to Q & A last night and a comment made by Germaine Greer about the fact that America did eventually get its act together about land rights for Inuit Indians, but that Australia has yet to work out vital issues in regards to land  rights with Indigenous Australians. That strangely beautiful image above, tells me that Mars is not a teat on which America can suckle - look, don't touch!
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Margaret A. Boden (1999). 'Is Metabolism Necessary?' British Journal of Philosophy and Science, Oxford Uni Press, 50 pp. 231-248.


Saturday, March 17, 2012

Outside the NGV in January 2012

After visiting the NGV on 20 January this year, I came across an amazing  impermanent construction being made outside by children. Each had a ball of pink twine that they were winding in, around and through the interwoven criss-cross strands. Whatever it looks like to you - Icing that drips on a birthday cake gone wrong, fairy floss on sticky fingers, an abstract painting, a nomad's tent or a fragile carousel - it was carnivale, topsy-turvy and such a contrast to being inside the very orderly gallery. To me it was such a reflection of life - each child on a path, which intersected with  others. Their need to step carefully in order to negotiate the chaotic and limited space, whilst simultaneously challenging the obvious boundaries. This was play, but play with a message.

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Uncontrollable nature

A documentary screened last night on Foreign Correspondent (ABC TV) reported that America had funded the research of a number of laboratories worldwide into H5N1 (avian flu virus). Currently bird flu may only be transmitted if an individual actually eats poultry meat containing the virus, but researchers wanted to prove that if H5N1 mutates it will change from its existing form into a virus that may be transmitted from human to human. They managed to develop a mutated virus that COULD be transmitted from human to human via coughing and sneezing (the usual way that influenza is transmitted). Currently this super bug is kept safely locked away in a laboratory, but the question remains, what happens if the virus escapes? The prime concern, was that most researchers publish their findings in scientific journals and the developers of this super bug wanted to be able to publish their research, which includes actual instructions on how to sequence the virus, leaving open opportunities for mad scientists to make the virus themselves, unregulated by any authority. I agree that given further research usually bounces off the research of others, then the development of such viruses is necessary for science to further its knowledge. Worse case scenario is that the virus will escape, that a mad scientist will use the virus for biological warfare and the virus will kill millions of people worldwide. Best case scenario is that scientists will continue to do research into dangerous viruses and develop vaccines to protect the world population. In the meantime our 2012 vaccine in Australia will contain: A (H1N1): an A/California/7/2009 (H1N1) - like strain, A (H3N2): an A/Perth/16/2009 (H3N2) - like strain and B: a B/Brisbane/60/2008 - like strain, which are basically variants of the Swine Flu virus and basically the same composition of last year's flu vaccine.
As I was writing this I was thinking about how 'we' always catastrophize! In the late 80s everyone was worried about AIDS destroying the world (well, their known world anyway), then after 9/11 everyone was worried about terrorists and terrorism destroying our lives (many still are). Dangerous virus and biological war fare scares have been around for a while now and continue to inflame many people's fears about uncontrollable nature. Having said that, dawn is about to break over beautiful uptown Hawthorn. She spreads herself in sumptuous orange and pink allure across the grayish blue sky. The day has begun.

Friday, March 9, 2012

Sandridge Railway Bridge 1886 to now

Two Black and White photographs I took of the Sandridge Railway Bridge in 1995/6 for the exhibition I was invited to participate in, which was called Sandridge Railway Bridge Propositions, held at Platform 2, Degreaves Street Underpass, Melbourne in 1996. The exhibition was initiated by some Melbourne architects and was intended to highlight the need to save the old bridge. I rephotographed the printed images with my digital camera. The second one shows part of Queens Bridge in the background. Below are photographs of the Bridge I took this morning - the first with the clock in the background, the second showing Queens Bridge.



This is my favorite because of the juxtaposition of textures. You can just see the sculptures by Nadim Karam, commissioned by the Melbourne City Council in 2005. However, the next photo provides a better view of the abstract composition.



16 years ago the bridge was inaccessible by foot, but now it is a pedestrian and cycle path. View from Flinders Street end looking over to Southbank. The Yarra River looks particularly muddy at the moment, but beautiful all the same.

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Collisions: Julie Clarke + Mark McDean (2 March 2012)

Loadstar. Julie Clarke 2012
Loadstar is a plywood construct in the shape of a five pointed star, the edges covered with fake gold leaf.  The star is covered in textured paper, covered with butterflies and plants and the insert is a circular photograph. 12 X 12 cm approx.

In my response to Mark McDean's recent artwork, I've taken on his notion of 'mother load' and 'burden', in which he speaks about 'carrying a life'. The photograph in the circle is taken from one of myself with my son, taken about 34 years ago - his little hand resting on mine as I encircle his body. I carried him, but  since the carrying was derived from love, it was no burden. Now, as I grow older he supports me in various ways. The photograph serves to show that there is a reversal of sorts, since it is the child's hand that  appears to console the parent. I've entitled this precious image Loadstar, because a lodestar is a person or thing that serves as a guide. I've designed the artwork to resemble a brooch, for brooches were probably one of the first practical clothing accessories to join two things together, which eventually evolved into pure adornment. I've utilized the pentagram because of its historical association with the body, the five senses and five elements and is also a symbol of protection.

Coriolanus - a short review

We loathe war and even the thought of it. We loathe the slaughter, death, suffering and injuries sustained by those who choose to fight and innocents caught in the cross-fire. We loathe the misery endured by the victims of war and the affect on generations of families that follow. We abhor the destruction and the politics and yet, we praise our heroes of war, whilst simultaneously harboring a deep resentment towards them, because, unlike us, they have developed a cold and detached air from their gruesome deeds. And yet this utter detachment is necessary because if they did not do so they would not be able to continue fighting . I am continuously surprised that we are aghast with horror that soldiers are killed in war, like the outpourings that have been going on in the media about the six British soldiers killed by a roadside bomb in Afghanistan yesterday, bringing the overall total British soldiers killed in the war to 404. Do we expect that there will be no casualties? This afternoon I saw Coriolanus (Ralph Fiennes, 2011), a contemporary retelling of Shakespeare's play of the same name. The narrative was told through current devises for constructing  the 'truth' - back room deals, TV live news footage, mobile phones and people power. The documentary style cinematography was reminiscent of daily televised news reports on fighting in Afghanistan and Libya.  Caius Martius Coriolanus (Ralph Fiennes) is a professional soldier whose battle scars run more than skin deep. He has lost touch with the peoples 'voice', his wife, his son and his mother because of his relentless fighting and notions of superiority. This is an excellent film, and apart from Fiennes who was absolutely brilliant, I was amazed by Vanessa Redgrave who gave an outstanding performance as Caius Martius's mother Volumnia. I for one loved the Shakespearean language and was surprised that it worked so well in a contemporary setting:
All the contagion of the south light on you, You shames of Rome! you herd of--Boils and plagues Plaster you o'er, that you may be abhorr'd Further than seen and one infect another Against the wind a mile! You souls of geese, That bear the shapes of men, how have you run From slaves that apes would beat! Pluto and hell! All hurt behind; backs red, and faces pale With flight and agued fear! Mend and charge home, Or, by the fires of heaven, I'll leave the foe And make my wars on you: look to't: come on; If you'll stand fast, we'll beat them to their wives, As they us to our trenches followed.
This film was riveting and I barely shifted in my seat for the two hours of the screening. Coriolanus is currently showing at the Rivoli Cinema.