Very exciting!
Tomorrow my final Master showcase On An Empty Stomach @ Bonnie Bird Theatre, London.
Concept, film and scenography: Anne Verheij
Sound composition: Cassie Kinoshi
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What’s the point of it? – Martin Creed
Life – laughing – numbers
Triggered from reading an article about Martin Creed in Aesthetica Magazine issue 57, I hastened myself to the Hayward Gallery in London.
Almost the whole gallery is dedicated to a diverse collection of the artists work. Every room, corner, level, wall and outdoors of the gallery is used to show the many No.’s that plunge you into a different dimension of reality, were everything is seriously humoristic and relative; it all depends how you look at it. The great amount of work creates a big collage that makes the building come alive giving it a heartbeat of movement.
Seducing all your senses even before you can give permission, brought on the pulsing allure of this exhibition that had a lot in common with that of an installation. Sounds make you aware that something is going on in a different place long before you reach it. Like in a big theme park I got really excited to try everything out, noticing impatience taking a hold of me.
My attention was firstly drawn by a clicking sound (Work No. 112: Thirty-nine metronomes beating time, one at every speed, 1995-98) before I could registrar what I was seeing. Searching for its source I encountered my sense of touch by almost wanting to duck out of the way of a big iron bar swooping over my head carrying the immense neon words MOTHER (Work No. 1092, 2011). While this installation was speeding up in its circular motion, I heard a very soft hint of tones climbing up a ladder. By entering the next space it became clear to me that this sound belonged to an actual piano and his player (Work No. 736: Piano accompaniment, 2007).
Knowing now where the sound had come from I lost interest in the actual work, which let me to wonder around in the space till I was watching a pile of arranged boxes (Work No. 916, 2008) when I caught a new sound. Something, that hold the middle between a fart and a sticking out of your tongue to your rivals sound, seemed to come out of all the artworks I laid my eyes on. Upon approaching the different artworks, however, I lost the sound connection, making me move on in the search of its origin. Ending up at a small sound speaker at the bottom of a staircase where I noticed out of the corner of my eye a change in light every other minute.
This switching light led me to enter the second level of the building where indeed the light was switchinh on and off (Work No. 227: The lights going on and off, 2000) to make place for short video clips (Work No. 670: Orson & Sparky, 2007) projected largely on one side of the space. On the other side of the space a sea of broccoli (Work No. 1000: Broccoli prints, 2009-10) engulfed the wall behind glass frames. I got fascinated by the way these frames picked up the switching light as well as the reflection of MOTHER. Her reflection revealed the secret behind her white neon light as with every rotation it showed her blue, green, yellow, pink and purple colours.
Moving up the stairs to the top level I started to see every part of the building as a possible participant of the exhibition. And not soon enough I was turning around when two works men entered the building carrying a bucket and gigantic pickaxe. Was this part of the exhibition or just a happy coincidence?
Turning another corner I encountered moving curtains (Work No. 990: A curtain opening and closing, 2009) that revealed the London skyline and made me go outside to get startled by a living car (Work No. 1686, 2013).
After having entered the exciting and calming balloon room (Work No. 200: Half the air in a given space, 1998) I went down the staircase where I halted at the toilet area because I heard some distinct sniggering, probably the most reassuring sound in a toilet block! Entering the small hall space in front of the toilets I discovered the source: another sound speaker protruded form the wall between the two entrance doors of the toilets.
Arriving at the exit I had a chance to leave all my shit behind by watching people puke and poop on screen (Work No. 503, 2006) in a line carpeted square room: Home.
You need to go and see this unique exhibition in the Hayward Gallery in London extended till the 5th of May!
Sensing Spaces – Royal Academy of Arts
What to choose first?
Other than loosing myself completely to my sensible reactions on the atmospheres presented, I noticed two distinct things.
One, I became very aware of my almost obsessive search for light sources. After a few minutes of entering the space I would get my camera out and start a slow dance with the space, completely loosing track of time and social appearances. Initially creating a very intimate and privately secluded macro space within the space presented.
Secondly, I started to notice how rushed the human race is. Taking time is not so much a luxury as it seems to be a dissatisfaction. When stepping into any of the spaces it is up to the spectator to sense through sound, smell, touch, sight, abilities that seem to be numbed for a lot of us. Frustration is overlooked as an sense, which makes us rush through the spaces, demanding to be entertained. All these expectations of myself and others left me strangely pleasantly irritated.
Time keeps fascinating. Dare and you might find yourself slap bang in the centre.
Go and sense!
Till the 6th of April 2014 @ Royal Academy of Art, London.
Photo’s by ANNE •
Blurred Lines – Carrie Cracknell
On 13 February I went to see the play Blurred Lines by Carrie Cracknell in The Shed, London.
Damn it!
Three feet under in a matter of seconds. Simple words, clear set, everyday clothing costumes, harassing lights, catchy beats and I’m stuck. I can’t escape. In one way or another you’ll recognize the performed. Question: question femininity. How not to put words in anyone’s mouth, but still trying to say the thought out loud? Dare!
In a fluent rhythmic motion the roles of the characters were passed on between the actresses telling us many sides of this story, the story of value. It hurts to see how easily emotions are swept of the table as a non-valid argument, how women get to hear over and over “get a grip, don’t be so hormonal!” and how the little constant things make you confused and doubtful on what choice to make.
It must have been frustrating as a man to watch this piece because it seems that they are pointed out as the big disruptors in women’s life’s, but a few minutes into the play it becomes very clear that it is not pointing a finger at man: It is pointing to everyone who takes it upon themselves to disrespect another human being, male or female.
Mind you, it still wasn’t a joyful piece to watch since there are so many mistakes made out in the world and they chose to show us a lot of them, but it was clear from the start of the piece, even the flyer, that what you see is what you get. Just before the piece ended it threw in a nice twist in which the audience got totally confused whether the play had finished or not. To every painful side there was a humorous side, and it was this contrast of strengths that made you watch till the very end.
set photo by ANNE• Keep an eye out for this production and its creators!
Momentum – United Visual Artists
The exposition Momentum is a must see!
This carefully choreographed sequence of light, sound and movement, which responds to the unique space of the Curve is both mesmerizing and unsettling.
Go see it @ Barbican The Curve in London between now and the first of June 2014.
Free entry!
Photo by ANNE•
SMALL WORLD – Boogaerdt/VanderSchoot
Zaterdag 24 november naar de voorstelling SMALL WORLD door Boogaerdt/VanderSchoot in het Frascati te Amsterdam geweest.
Don’t give me hope!
Sabbelend aan onze roze suikerpin wachten we als publiek af wanneer de enorme chaos die zich voor ons uitstrekt zal ontpoppen tot een voorstelling.
Uit de diepte van de ruis vormen zich door ijzersterk spel al gauw rauwe bewegende beelden en stillevens. De chaos blijkt een logica en overzicht te hebben bestaande uit scherpe fragmentarische performances. Deze performances beginnen soms zonder dat je er erg in hebt en vechten tot op het bot om zich te doen laten gelden op het gewonnen terrein van de speelvloer.
De maskers zijn weer spectaculair echt door het bewegingsmateriaal dat tot in de kleinste detail is uitgewerkt, waardoor de spelers zelf geheel worden uitgewist. Deze gruwelijke live videoclip lijkt geen begin of einde te kennen en we zijn er ons dan ook zeer bewust van dat hij zich buiten de zaaldeuren zal voortzetten. Door de vervorming van stemmen, gezichten en kostuums zien we een werkelijke werkelijkheid die wel heel verdraaid is doordat we er met zijn allen in geloven.
Ga dit STUK zien!: http://bvds.nu/speellijst/
ANNE • 