Showing posts with label artist run initiatives. Show all posts
Showing posts with label artist run initiatives. Show all posts

"dear friends who have died are all talking to me tonight / all at once..." : a late-night transmission at rice & beans

continuing the series of programmes which spatially sonifies gallery spaces via small-scale transmission, radio cegeste set up a radio show after midnight in the empty room of artist run space rice & beans, located in inner city dunedin and run throughout 2011 by a small collective, on the final day of the space's lease by its current occupiers, a few days after the final show (dan bell's 'alluvial atomiser') had closed.

narrowcasting back a sound library of 5 minute recordings i had collected during a single day (the 18th march 2009) spent wandering around galleries in central christchurch, "dear friends who have died are all talking to me tonight / all at once..." became a meta-reflection on the afterlife of small-scale, independent art spaces and groups, with the re-spatialisation and layering of a series of spaces which now literally do not exist, after the february 2011 eathquake decimated the gallery sector of inner city christchurch.


an interview with British-born, then Christchurch-based painter and musician Kit Lawrence was published in Zing Magazine in August 2006.

Kit's artist page at Michael Lett galleries is here

his website is here


























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DANCING ABOUT ARCHITECTURE: KIT LAWRENCE IN CONVERSATION WITH SALLY ANN MCINTYRE


SM: Kit, you've done many things since moving from London to New Zealand two years ago. You started two bands (House of Dolls and Pig Out) and made some significant leaps in the local art community. You've also recently started a project space. What was your main aim with Wednesdays?

KL: To illustrate how you can change the landscape of a place if you're not satisfied with what it has to offer, and to show video works that would never get shown here.

SM: How did it work with your other projects?

KL: It's an expansion of my practice. I like to avoid accepted exhibition structures. Having openings every Wednesday for a month at 9pm was a change for the city. We tied in the openings with other events like Pig Out's first show and my painting show at The Bicycle Thief, a bar where everyone was going after openings. I thought I'd cut out the gallery entirely on that one.

SM: A distinct picture of contemporary London came through in Mark Leckey's Londonatella, with its bricolage of culled media representations of the city, sashayed by a duo of beautiful, detached actors, and the drift, amid the banality and entropy of contemporary London, of Oliver Payne and Nick Relph's 'Driftwood', whose poetic narration states "Nobody knows London. There is no knowledge which can understand it." Can you describe what led you to choose these works?

KL: They both describe London in a way that is literal as well as romantic. At the same time as celebrating its infamy and opportunity, they're totally pessimistic. I mean London's a shit hole you know?! But that's what makes it so fun. Centuries of bad planning and wrong choices piled on top and it kind of leaks out in people's attitude. Londoners are products of the city's history. Like it has this warped sense of history and self-promotion, but it just doesn't know what it represents anymore. Leckey's vision is a true and honest representation of the feel of the place because my friends and I spent our time hanging out, drinking, and posing in Soho but also wishing destruction on the place!

SM: Your curatorial strategy with Wednesdays was an artist's strategy in the sense that it was about getting something done with the resources available. Also, rather than trying to find major sponsorship, you chose to put these works in an impermanent exhibition with an emphasis on socialisation, late-night opening times, and tie-ins with music events. On top of creating an entirely new, non-historically-loaded space for the apprehension of the work, many of which were being encountered by a New Zealand audience for the first time, this method of exhibition also rather appropriately framed the work. I'm thinking of 'Driftwood's' portrayal of skateboarders using urban space for their own purposes, to "navigate [their] city by alternative means". Can you talk a little about what 'alternative means' might be in terms of the artist-as-curator?

KL: When you're too skint for the bus, walking or skating opens you up to the opportunity to discover your city. Walking is the poor person's mode of transport, that's why he's the richer man than the guy in the chauffer-driven car.

SM: With the rise of Biennials promoting a homogenisation and decontextualisation of work the decision to show a group of young New Zealand video artists alongside the British work made Wednesdays' programming quite unique.

KL: Go Wild in the Country [a survey of young NZ video art that opened the series] provided a context the audience could relate to and was a good starting point. Many NZ video artists are still working within the accepted boundaries of recent video work, work that was big in the '90s. Chris Cudby stood out for me and he's a musician and curator. Whenever you get people who are not involved solely in visual art, you get freer, more resonant work, in my opinion. Nathan Pohio, who closed the series, was cool because he had a local following and falls between the two camps. He's dealing with issues that have local and international resonance. He's an astute and undervalued NZ artist.

SM: Are you hoping to extend Wednesdays?

KL: Between touring and making work, sure! The idea is to present it in conjunction with a club night afterwards.

SM: Would you ever think of taking work from New Zealand back to England?

KL: I think it needs addressing. NZ is a unique mix of historic cultural baggage. It necessitates an impartial view because if it's done badly it could cause a ten-year setback in the perception of what is going on here. Ideally a gallery abroad would offer me the opportunity of doing it. Somewhere hot! I'd take Pig Out and Golden Axe, Chris Cudby's band, and we'd tear the place apart!

SM: Oliver Payne and Nick Relph are not media-shy about the fact that they were 'expelled from' and 'failed' art school. You knew them around that time; what year did you get up to?

KL: The media likes to market people rather than dealing with a layered truth. They were initially cast as rebels, like they were marched from the gates! Neither I, nor Oliver, placed much interest in school at that point. One Sunday, he said "I've got a project due Monday" so I helped him put together a film from all the funny stuff he'd shot and made a soundtrack with broken acoustic guitars recorded onto a Dictaphone, like a skate video without the skating, but really beautiful. I left my degree after two years. I didn't feel they could teach me anything more and it was expensive to study so I went to work in a clothes shop in Soho. Nick wasn't really a part of that circle when I met all those guys, Ol, Timo, Ash [Lange] and [Nicky] Verber [Herald Street directors, representing Nick Relph and Oliver Payne]. We took advantage of our superior social skills and made the most of what was happening at that time in London. Those guys looked very sharp and raised my appreciation for clothes to the point it almost bankrupted me! We were all so skint. I remember Ol living on onion sandwiches for a while! I met Relph later, after they had started making films together. Nick is a very sharp guy with a lot of style and really into The Fall.

SM: In your own work, there seems to be an intricate exchange between your artistic and musical identities. Sometimes watching you live on stage it appears as though the atmosphere of your paintings has been animated! In your recent show at Room 103, [artist run space in Auckland] you place your own image as another iconic symbol within your pantheon of motifs: the artist as his own ultimate work of art, but one tempered with an appropriate degree of fashion-mag flatness, with references to a more primitive design era, say, a Face magazine photo-shoot from the mid '80s.

KL: I'm interested in the cyclic movement of fashion and the way it reflects social aspirations. Looking back, it's easier to dissemble what was being emoted and it gives you a clue about where you come from and that informs our contemporary situation. The collages were a way of celebrating my own collection of Casual-era clothes, not a self-portrait exactly but a character that is part of my upbringing. I would also relate it to an interest in layout techniques rather than anything to do with the status of portraiture. I like the possibilities and personal history associated with collage and it's nice to use your own body sometimes.

SM: You often draw on autobiographical material for your work, but the world you present is not diaristic, it's a complex symbolic universe that has included the Hacienda club in Manchester, Factory records, references to Constructivism in 80s design, northern English industrial architecture, bad civic murals, rave culture, prismatic shapes, painterly-ness and trompe-l'oeil, combined with a highly convincing articulation and consistency, as opposed a glib accumulation of pop-junk cultural iconography. Musical cultures are often critical of wider culture and I get the sense - and other people have talked about it, too - that you want to make art that has the same sensibility, and the same level of personal substance, as music does.

KL: I relate to the purity of its communication. I'm not interested in art world esoterica. I grew up in the north of England during the recession when the local TV news was always, 'This factory is closing,' or, 'That mine is closed.' At the same time there was energy in the music and style coming out of the place. I was the only person from my year who went to art school to study fine art. There was an exciting dichotomy I was aware of, the idea that leisure pursuits could be more beneficial than working in a traditional industry and I think about my old school and how I grew up all the time. It haunts me. I write about it in my songs and make paintings of empty factories!

SM: Every time I visit your apartment there seems to be a new series of work on the walls. We could call you prolific! What are you working on at the moment?

KL: Paintings and collages for a show at Michael Lett in Auckland, provisionally titled 'Work it!' They deal with industrial product branding and its similarity to club flyers. I'm making an album of 4/4 house tracks out of factory and office noise to play over the top of the show and a video where I play a character who goes off to work at a factory in club gear. But the factory turns into my studio and then into a club, and it's surrounded by a field full of horses so it will look pretty strange. It's about the decline of mechanised employment and the rural fantasy of leisure time. Pig Out is playing the opening. It's going to be a ball!

wednesdays gallery can be contacted at the following email: wednesdaysgallery@hotmail.com

i will make time to write a response to a show


[a catalogue text written for an exhibition at
SHOW, an artist-run project space in central Wellington run from 2004-2006 by Jenny Gillam and Eugene Hansen. SHOW was described as having "a focus on exhibiting projects by artists who have established experimental, conceptual and research-based practices". The instructions for the act of writing this particular text were that it must be completed while invigilating the gallery.]

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the durational boundedness suggested to me by the instructions on the wall is an intriguing one: ok, I set the following conditions: I will make time to write a site-specific, time-dependent response to a show in a space I do not know in Wellington, I will sit in the space for three hours, which is two and a half hours longer than the average duration of an exhibition’s spectatorship, and this response to an unknown room will take all of that time. The responsiveness will furthermore not be a blank slate as recent marginalia travels with me to inform my impressions of the space, the screen: this lack of editing-out and attention to textual genetics both a disinclination to state a single point of authorship and more selfishly a momentary docking point for my nomadism after strategic banalities entering Wellington by bus from New Plymouth:


paddock paddock paddock paddock field staked a generality: grey painted structures dominate a slowing: trees straighten in groups toward the contracting blue inserts in palimpsests of mist:


various manifest potentials suggest themselves, at the point where the arrangement of words and ideas and objects clicks and stutters in an unresolved immediacy. I am initially reminded, as I sit down behind the desk, of Adrian Piper’s stint as conceptual receptionist. Then I am not thinking but writing and find the initial nod toward description stakes its claim: I find myself inside an authorless blur poised where interdisciplinary and collaborative practices join the highly social space where the gallery rests. Process heightened by the voices of the exhibiting artists haunting the room, tossing around initial ideas for its title. This, one of two soundscapes layering their spatial spill against an open window’s distant street noises. The spill of light and sound into the space reminds that an open window can be a work. Another kind of window in a video loop, infinitely extending the puzzling of a Rubiks cube’s bounded set of strategies, points toward play which destabilizes a deferred correctness.


as description catches fire: there is no static point to the sunlight: real is green and full of charge: constellations: the clustered points of birds as the land flats drain through the greens and browns of my eye’s continuance of windows: of its failure to hold a moment as a growth ring: Palmerston North: cygnets in the Winter Garden.


here, museology is given an oblique spin, the white cube is set among other primary colours, in a toy like an interactive Mondrian, among the testing of a set of combinations which mimes creativity’s frustrations and possibilities. The thin clicking of the lines falling into momentary place is stretched to an uneasy, droning soundscape as I move around the space and notice the layering of detail, the dense inter-referentiality which a collaborative working methodology promotes. There is a visual echo of the toy grid in the equally vernacular grids of the blue and green carpet, set with its slightly off-centre red carpet square cut to floorplan: the filled space preserved as a picture of its previous emptiness, but red is, conversely, presence. The hot point of a larger space, reminding of the rooms which have been sectioned off to create its vantage point for art: a strategic viewing platform. A penciled floorplan on a wall adjacent contributes its sketchy maths to this thought. And a silver ruler’s numbers can’t be argued with, as they set up a relation to a shelf of foil-bound texts indented with typeset


a sky where stateless atomisations fail to rain: where water powder drifts. where colours force toward soft greys in regress: bird flocks’ chaotics: a grouping by invisible hollows: a loose ink-dipped wing like a way of saying never resting not yet: a hollow where breathing forms: having never folded into the form of a paper space, an arm’s crook, a tongue’s impress:


the formal stacking of a dog bed’s coloured cushions echoes a set of steps which lead to a viewing platform and down. There is no view, and nowhere to get to but here. The text in place of the mountainous vista is an email, another layer of documentation which, ostensibly functional, in its way re-states a methodology: “these new shifts are permanent, cheers”. A stack of atlases supports the table where I write, their compacted linear geographies the tectonic strata of a world concertinaed into text and sign. I recall, like a further contextual layering, the veinlike highways of Vivien Atkinson’s work in the Christmas show at Enjoy, seen yesterday


a day in stacks: the relation held by domes and folds: small teams of terms: monochrome spatial shelves: repetition incomplete, these loops collide in imperfect rings:


to spend this time sitting Show’s space is to find a partial view, above all it is to inhabit space as though inhabiting a question, and to filter that time through the only words that can be made to mean within the time allotted, I find my place as shifting, and what can be said as a concentrated note taking, and now these shifts are permanent, and my time is done, cheers.


Sally Ann McIntyre

1-4pm, Dec 15 2005