Wednesday, 27 October 2010

was ist nicht neues?

complex answers are needed in complex times.

A rhetoric that is understandable, yes, not esoteric, yes, but one that can deal with the issues we face.

times are hard, yes, making ends meet is hard, yes, but really what power do you think we, as artists, have?

As a friend of mine recently stated:

Art Heals, but can it empty a bedpan? Why should the arts survive the cuts?

Performing in public spheres, non consensually, will and should provoke a wide range of responses. I was punched in the back in Leeds doing a live art piece by Claire Blundell-Jones in which couples conveened and kissed for ten minutes then dispersed, this attack was homophobic, but, at least they are showing some sort of interest. What will you sacrifice? Where will you draw the line? In our work we bleed, we get hurt, we abuse our own bodies, we endure it and it is fascinating.



Is it really all about slavework? Not to me, part of it is about slavework, yes, but without that I wouldn't be able to create the liberating aspects of my daily routine. I wouldnt be able to produce and present work and events. Still the system sucks, but what can we do about it? Critique it, intervene in ways that create commotion and commentary (a bit like being arrested, beatedm abused), find a nuanced way to saw at the paradigm we operate under. Not a simple answer though. Never a simple answer. An answer with entendre. An answer with variable intended meanings.

recessions often purge the art world.
a good flush and some quality control.

Yes funding is dubiously splashed around to organisations, many of which seem reighteous and community led. But there isn't enough money for every one to get some, so there has to be some sort of criteria. "I make art, give me money!" doesn't quite hold up. IMPACT and QUALITY.

We can utilise the DIY culture prevelant in the live art scene.
We can make interventions and actions that question what it all means.
we can MAKE.

Monday, 25 October 2010

was neues..

lovely dinner with three lovely people, 
all expressing their concerns about our “outdoor” attempts, the bus route
mentioning abuse, swearing, beatings and arrests..
a phrase stuck in mind: “with all this terror act, you’ll sure get arrested”..
which refreshed an ongoing questioning of this city’s (country’s?) priorities to its citizens:
is it all about slavework/collect/consume/shit and die? 

are we ruled by a system that has repeatedly failed to understand the difference between artistic expression and terrorism? 

is funding and resources allocated/distributed through a market-based network that views art as an ornamental function in its society, favoring “community” over individualism/originality, treating thus the artists as product of behaviour farms? 

aphoristic all that sounds, and easily answered..
easy answers are needed in hard times..

Friday, 22 October 2010

in response to our group action, Millenium Bridge, Thursday.

(Outside) of Actions

Wrapping tube lines in awkward movement

Tying tyre flesh in yellow

Feet thinking fast and past you,

Toes poise in anticipated pausing, but push on.

My threaded thoughts tangled in your cellophane wind.

M168 sings like winged feet through lips embroided to the throat of your chant,

I follow the encased, suit,


to St Pauls and back

You are patient. And its raw in a cheap because its wholesome way.

I wrestle my tire on a grated triangle, fucking my knees, it loosens and thrusts.

The swinging is aggressive and exhausting, I swing in time to you,

Your blinded and barefooted. Limbs in circles. Everything is open and bleeding.

I see you as/on/the/we/are triangle,

submissive and medative

I lift my circle high and watching lines of genetics map out from yours, achingly open

Arms tire

so astride now I watch the spit being pulled out by the city

And I try and balance, us.

You move towards me but not to me

You struggle towards me and to me

and I'm thinking about how my skin felt fighting this city

Dragging possessions and possessing circles,


teetering. Taken then falling.

It was mine and you left it,

It seems so silly now.

I go and see a film night about home.





I wonder when this ends.

you offer to carry us but I'm passive aggressive

but it is mine.

I think about swapping sides but I don’t want it between us.

Pounding pavements rubber bruising swelling into love, nestled on hips.

You are my stilettos and that is not for sale, not now.

He said, delivering letters they said, carrying on your shoulder causes stress.

I don't think its stress just pushing on knotted thoughts and releasing,

What it is is solace in motion.

A hood

is a home,

but wedged between us its cushioned and interrupted,


Solace in Motion

‘The categorical impulse of modernity is: in order to be continuously active as progressive beings man should overcome all the conditions where his movement is reduced, where he has come to a halt, where he lost his freedom and where he is pitifully fixed.’ (Sloterdijk, P: 2009)

On marking yourself gently [the tattoo and it’s under/line], you put solace in motion; and even after the ink had dried there was still a bleeding of edges. Of edges, of lines, of crossing lines by making and breaking lines; with blood lines we see a flow. To cut is not to stop, is not a negative, causes a positive, an opening causes a space.

You show us the yellow thread, threaded into the performance as another line, made as it is unmade, unravelled and uncoiled. Unravelling features here through threads and body’s and still more perhaps but implicitly so. A line is made when the yellow thread is pulled taught, when put under stress. The line almost connects us to you through space but only almost. I see the haunt lines and have seen a brief history of this thread, have even been caught up in this thread with you in our action. I know that this thread is well travelled, has been to Berlin and back, has already performed us and you in our group action and so the thread has its own movement memory which makes the connection even tighter.

And then the tyre that you are not too tired to hold onto for a little longer and a little longer and we know it might burn as you tire. The tyre was not turning, was not the agent of the body’s motion, the body performed the action, the traction, the tyre stays still as the body rotates on it and you have powered the reverse. And on it stood the body majestic and ethereal as you turn slowly, very slowly, very occasionally holding the wall as the tyre swerves under.

Watching you carry the tyre and the stick, after the performance [as/is another performance] both of us lost and complaining of the cold; finally find solace in a watering hole [aptly named ‘The Hermits Cave’]. We talk about moving and staying still and the edges of the performance and your life really do bleed here; it tells me that you are not trying to bluff us when you cut and tire. Fundamentally you are asking [us] whether to stay or go, to move or to stop and so this jarring is necessary, healing not harming. But be careful [and I am full of care here] because stopping is not standing still just as stillness is still motion. Movement is still within stillness, and one would not exist without the other.

The last image of your performance, well after the performance was over is of you pulling your tyre and your stick out of the boot of a car. You look portable, holding all of your objects like a shell, looking to find the bus route [home]. You are both vulnerable and strong, lost going into an invisible battle with your tyre as shield and your stick as sword. How can we console an image like this, a vehicle without its body? Only tyres left tired and burning, still not knowing what to carry what to hold onto yet still moving.

Victoria Gray, 2010

Monday, 18 October 2010

new lens recipe..opinions?

documentation of live performance?

limbs, sound, sweat, eye contact, interaction and, perhaps above all:

inner motive

how do you preserve all this in film?

what's the point of "canning" a fresh show?

the aging valid reasons of "reference" and "portfolio" seem no longer enough to film performance..

i am full on different approaches to the concept. multiple takes, non-linearity, flexing of rhythm and physical gesture..

capturing performance on video not as re-enactment but as re-action to the action..

in a different form,yes, but one that just like live action, it is validated through its uniqueness..

traditional, "archiving" footage will still go on along this attempt..


Monday, 4 October 2010


Hello everybody. I hope this works (I've not blogged before). But hopefully I am showing you a drawing here... If so, then here is a drawing I made last night from the group performance at the ArtEvict event in the laundry x

Sunday, 3 October 2010

snippets of thoughts...

on Victoria Gray and ArtEvict 18th October 2010:

cotton wool wadding

cotton wool wadding

cotton wool wadding

Gray's actions and materials are simple, precise and although almost clinical retain an overriding sense of femininity.

The stuffing was suffocating and silencing, its controlled and meditated manor quietly screaming.

Gray's removal of her dress was clinical and neutral in form; its precision and moments of stillness generating meaning. Holding the dress over her head it became both a flag and a triumphant statement, but also a shield and obscurer of identity. The darkness and weight of the dress furthered this sombre sense, starkly contrasting the blandness of tights and body. The tights grew out of this invisibility and became strong and flexible. When stretching and opening the tights physically, Gray let us into the work, artist and concepts of the performance. As with Gray's persona when performing this was gentle yet incredibly poignant. The containing and consumption that preceded this, again secretive, inevitably let the audience in. Stuffing and chewing the tights from a distance, in isolation, yet choosing to poo them out her mouth when surrounded in close proximity by the audience.

Gary’s final action reflected what was to become a poignant evening of action for the emerging artists of the UK performance scene. Gray choose to use the remnants of Colm Clarks performance, becoming the third line of milky residue. This attentiveness towards others work set the president for the subsequent group action which was felt by all involved to be a turning point in collaboration and unity between up and coming artists and organisations.

Saturday, 2 October 2010

anyone's gone down the route yet?

hey V - yeah I have been riding it just thinking, i would like to try and get a few of us on it together at some point.

tension/pressure:comment to "a little bit about me, Kiki"

i dint know the stuff about the knots ..

it feels very powerful to use such a concept to release pressure from "society" whether that is inner (self) or external..

Tension, Intervention and Restraint from Heather Jones on Vimeo.

Friday, 1 October 2010

collaboration..excitement in working together, yet many times things never materialize..

..esp in London, Machine City 2012, where mundane tasks of daily living wear out initiatives..

let's do it..


What does it mean to present work of ones own body in a moving city scape that will not allow such work?

Anyone interested in this question please join me for ArtEvict's ArtBus on the 76 route through our London



The body, for me, is a primary site of communication.

A site where empathy can be created between the performer and the viewer. A site of universality and of extreme difference. Each of us - most of us anyways - can sense things, can feel pain, can feel pressure and when a performer is feeling/sensing/hurting within an action, there stands a chance that we - as viewers - might feel/sense and how the performing body might respond.

Body art/live art/action art becomes interesting when the performer undergoes acts of physical endurance, acts that the viewers might usually carry out within their day-to-day lives that are magnified in and examined by the action of the performer. As the artist uses the body, performs actions with it, to it, on it, so we can begin to understand something of the human condition, something of the cultures we produce and something of the way we interact with each other. We can use these endurance art actions to pick apart our everyday lives.

I've become interested in exploring the exhausted body and the body at its limits in my practice and in my writing. As a student I performed in a play entitled "To Begin" (Dir. Dr A. Fenemore 2007); part of the rehearsal process for this play was to workshop rhythms made by jumping, hopping, and skipping as an ensemble until we could no longer continue. The endurance practice became a competition amongst cast members to see who could stay in the game the longest. From time to time, I would observe rather than participate in the practice and what stood out to me was that the performer wanted to maintain the rhythm, to repeat it again and again without deviating from it; the body, however, would not let this happen, exhaustion would impede it and muscle pain prevented the performer from sustain the action with the same conviction. It was noticeable that the playing of the game was exhausting, but the competitive nature of the cast meant that we played it for long periods even though we were aware of the pain it was causing.

At the last ArtEvict I performed in Jamie Lewis Hadley's piece En la esquina tecnica, in which we wrestling chopped each other in the chest until one of us couldn't take it any more (me, inevitably). I read this performance as a comment on pointless violence, masculinity and competitiveness. The competition and the pain were at odds with each other; I wanted to stay in the game for as long as possible but I knew it would hurt further.