An Ambiguous A-Z

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I can’t quite remember why I composed this list except that it was some potential writing project on London. From the mid-1990s I think. ‘Y’ had no word…I inserted the question mark today. The formatting of the list is accidental.

Angel/ Azimuth                                                                                                                                         Bell                                                                                                                                                                 Cut                                                                                                                                                             Dock                                                                                                                                                                East                                                                                                                                                          Fall                                                                                                                                                            Grace                                                                                                                                                  History                                                                                                        Intersection/Interstitial/Ice                                                                                                   Junction                                                                                                                                         Lost/lock                                                                                                                  Meander/Meridian                                                                                                                     North                                                                                                                                                  Obelisk                                                                                           Pocahontas/Pyramid/Panorama                                                                                         Queen’s House/Quicktime                                                                                                               Ruins                                                                                                                 Subterranean/South                                                                                                                           Time                                                                                                                                                      Ur                                                                                                                                                  Vertical/V2                                                                                                                                Wharf/West                                                                                                                               Xerxes (x-ray)                                                                                                                                        Y?                                                                                                                                                       Zeppelin

 

Description of a town in Italy. Around 1986.

 

Spaces strung out along a line

 

A series of disjointed arcades

 

Arcades that shift

 

A small room opening off the street

 

Accretions of space

 

A garden

 

The square off the street

 

The square as crossroads

 

A marker in the square

 

Accidental effect: one pillar of the arcade blocks the vista

 

Inside the palace:

Two globes (celestial and terrestrial) and the vestigial library

Fortified against the world but also containing it

2 at once

2 places at once

being in 2 places at once

 

At the Gemeentemuseum 8. iv. 18

I went to the Museum on Sunday morning with the expectation of seeing the familiar. I knew that the Museum was the last work of the architect H.P. Berlage – and I knew that there was a collection of paintings by Mondrian and furniture by Rietveldt alongside other works of de Stijl.

I wandered through the galleries looking more at the architecture than the artworks. The former was made up of elaborate geometric progressions of spaces articulated by flat planes of coloured tiles. On the first floor I opened a door into a wide corridor with small galleries opening off it. These self-contained galleries each had a pair of bench seats built into the low wall separating the room and the corridor. On one side of the central opening a black, stone-topped bench faced out into the corridor and on the opposite side a wood-topped bench faced into the gallery. One was for the ‘public’ space of the corridor, the other for the intimate space of the gallery.

Two of the side galleries had the low wall but no benches. These rooms gave access to other, larger galleries and had doors on the axes. Glancing through one of these doors I was struck by the particular delight of seeing a series of rooms opening out, one after another, like misaligned frames. (I realise now that this came to me first when I was an architecture student visiting the Netherlands and seeing the paintings of Pieter de Hooch.) In this view there was a painting in the foreground, a doorway, in the middle an elaborate sculpture on a skeletal plinth adjacent to another doorway through which I could see the edge of a gilt frame and yet another doorway. I don’t know what the painting in the foreground was but the gilt frame, it turned out, contained a Francis Bacon. But in this glancing view the particular artworks hardly mattered (to me, at least). Instead what was intriguing was the promise inherent to this view – the potential of these rooms. I felt for a moment that I should leave this potential intact and continue on my way without going into these galleries. After all, visiting the museum always encompasses misunderstandings, lost opportunities, dead ends…

But inevitably my curiosity was piqued by that sculpture on its slender display stand. What I didn’t know and what had not occurred to me was that this was just one piece in a room devoted to the work of Constant, the Dutch architect, artist and situationist. I’ve read a good deal about Constant over the years so I knew how his work continued after Guy Débord had effectively wound up the Situationist International. Constant’s overarching proposal was for New Babylon – a new kind of city based on ‘play’ rather than ‘work’. He posited the idea of the city’s inhabitants as nomads moving freely through a vast network of zones of action – a spider’s web, a matrix, a labyrinth.

Of course, none of New Babylon was built though there were many parallel projects which had impact on the architecture: the Metabolists, Archigram and maybe most strikingly in the work of Cedric Price. The room at the museum presented Constant’s work in an orthodox museological manner without ‘immersion’ – paintings on white walls, sculptures evenly placed about the room, discreet lighting, labels in Dutch and English. But this collection of objects as much as any wunderkammer embodied a fragment of a proposal for a whole world. My reaction was, I am sure about the familiar made strange…image turned into object. And it was about rediscovering the pleasure inherent to Constant’s ideas around play and disorientation. In the museum installation the architectural models have an exactness to them that is in juxtaposition to the wall works. The paintings, with their smudges and fogs overpainted on newsprint open up the possibilities of the narratives implicit to the models. Looked at in isolation the models could be read as just another unrealisable utopian project but the combination of the two forms suggests a more complex proposal. Of course how that proposal has developed is in the realm of the digital nomad. I am less comfortable in this territory…I fear I am a member of the digital lumpen proletariat. So to a certain extent, my enthusiasm for New Babylon is a form of nostalgia. And it’s an experience I could only have in the (delirious? irrelevant?) museum.

In an adjacent room to the display of Constant’s work, beyond curtained doorways, was a late 19th century Art Nouveau domestic interior. Uprooted from its original location this represented another version of time travel. But both this space and that of New Babylon easily float free of their context, colliding and merging as difficult, inconvenient artefacts in the physical world.

Layers

In the Mauritshuis in The Hague, there is one of those paintings of picture galleries. (‘Apelles Painting Campaspe’ c. 1630 by Willem van Hecht.) In the painting the works of art are stacked on shelves and hung one on top of the other on the walls. The ‘visitors’ mimic classical poses and inhabit the space as if they are models. On the left hand side there is an artist engaged in the process of painting a real model. (This is the Apelles painting Campaste of the title.) So academy and art gallery overlap. In the lower left hand corner van Hecht has shown a framed picture leaning up against a plinth. It shows a banker and his wife counting coins. The banker’s wife is leafing through a book but has been distracted by her husband. The book is open at an illustration which might be Adam and Eve. At the front of the banker’s table there is a small convex mirror – an unlikely artefact for the banker to have at his table, except that, reflected in the mirror is the head of a man in a red turban. Is this the artist of the portrait of the banker and his wife? Or is it a self-portrait of the artist of the picture gallery painting? I am reminded of Georges Perec’s story ‘Un cabinet d’un amateur’ (published in English as ‘A Gallery Portrait) with its dizzying receding perspectives in space and time.

An Alteration

IMG_9403As I have not done anything on this blog for some time I have decided on a small shift in its emphasis. Maybe it will encompass more that is not sound related (because writing about sound and music still proves mysterious to me).

I thought I would post some opening sections of aborted writing projects. Looking through old notes, I came across this undated, very short, enigmatic text:

Space isn’t what we think. Space is what we live in. All space is now or will be connected. From the mine-shaft outward to the places we have never been. Somewhere between these is where we live. The room, the street, the car, the city; all a single space flowing continuously….no wonder we are lost. Or is that just me?

 

Two evenings with Tender Buttons.

 

  1. Sunday 26th November at Iklectik with Steve Beresford, Gino Robair and Steph Horak, Trio Sowari and Tender Buttons (Tania Chen, Gino Robair and Tom Djll).
  2. Monday 27th November at Foyles with Tender Buttons and John Butcher.
    Steve Beresford, Gino Robair, Steph Horak.

    Steve Beresford, Gino Robair, Steph Horak

    Trio Sowari

    Trio Sowari

    Tania Chen

    Tania Chen

    iklectik4

    Tender Buttons

    foyles3

    Tender Buttons with John Butcher

    foyles2

    John Butcher

    foyles4

    Gino Robair and Tom Djll

    foyles1

    Tania Chen

An audio artefact. Invicta Radio

invictaThis is from my mixtape number 34, Side B ‘Radio Invicta/JFM Soul Show – a Sunday afternoon in August 1981’. Recorded from a pirate radio station onto cassette and then transferred digitally via Audacity so you will need to excuse the quality. If you get to the end there is a snatch of the Birthday Party crashing in…but even before that there is some great music.