Friday 28 September 2012

Friday-Night-In Photography

What fun! It should be made a national past-time.

Apart from the fact that, having listened intently for three hours in Photography this afternoon, the equipment I'd lugged home didn't bloody work.

I love taking photos. Really love taking photos. But I find the technical stuff utterly baffling. (Just like I did when diving). Will I ever be able to overcome this? I don't know. I tried really hard this evening, but eventually reverted to auto/portrait.

However, having taken one photo with the flash syncing (and many completely black ones) I'm not sure that it really mattered not having it. I'm still surprisingly really pleased with the photos we got. With the former, it was a rather harsh light; whereas I really like the softer yellow light we got through using only the modelling one.

Hats off to the girls too. Mini, back for the weekend, and exhausted, but totally up for doing it, and her mate Lucie. They were amazing with their choices of outfits. They worked so well. So, all in all, we had a fab evening, managed not to break a leg (although we all tried too; very small house!); didn't break the equipment - any more than it's already broken; and got some shots we were all really pleased with.

Although I'll struggle to justify the 'Face Value' brief. I'll just blame the equipment.















  















Our very makeshift studio

Interesting Things I Learnt In Art History Yesterday

  • That there was a big difference between Northern and Southern Renaissance artists. The latter took the Classical ideal of beauty and weren't particularly interested in painting things as they were. The Northerners (mostly Germanic) were really interested in gritty realism (the pain of the thorns in Jesus' side; his lips turning blue). But didn't really care for working out perspective.

  • That Michelangelo considered himself more a sculpture than a painter and didn't actually want to paint the Sistine Chapel.
  • That David is huge (although not in all areas) and that the piece of marble he's sculpted from had a fault running through it, and many other sculptures said he couldn't be done.
  • That you have to look really hard to appreciate the beauty of his pose. At first he just looks like a young man holding something on his shoulder. But if you look closer you see the 'come on then' subtlety of his expression, the sling on his shoulder, the rock in his hand.

  • Also, if you again take the time to really look at Pieta, you see the difference in size between Mary and Jesus and that this is deliberate. It would be impossible to fit a grown man on his mothers lap (and look ridiculous) but in shrinking his size, Michelangelo is showing the everlasting bond between mother and child.
  • That part of the provenance making the Mona Lisa so valuable is that Italian Extremists stole her and there was a massive outcry.
  • And also that no eyebrows and an exposed forehead (as with her) were signs of real beauty at the time (women would often pluck their hair to make their hairline higher)
  • That a hand raised with three fingers says: 'I'm talking' and that often there would be an inscription of the commentary below
  • That Holbein's 'The Ambassadors' was an incredibly brave painting, given that it was commissioned by Henry VIII. It contained lots of direct criticism of what he was doing: a broken string on a lute to represent disharmony; a skull (only seen from the side)
  • That Da Vinci did mirror writing in his sketchbooks, perhaps so people couldn't easily steal his ideas
  • That 'The Dead Scrolls' apparently have a scroll written by Mary (mother of Jesus) explaining the issue of the Virgin Birth - and that she wasn't indeed a virgin. Although this is hotly contested by many within Christianity.  As an agnostic, whilst I find it quite fascinating, it doesn't matter to me personally. However,  even just Googling the subject did actually make me feel quite uncomfortable as it's obviously of such importance to so many.
  • That Turner was a bit of a naughty man, and liked to sketch/paint (?) pornography as well as well as Fighting Temeraires.

Two Thoughts Arising From the Lesson

I'm really enjoying the Art History lectures as it's long been something I've been fascinated in. However, an interesting point came up yesterday that reminded me of my time at University. 

I studied English and Media Studies and, it really struck me at the time that every single topic was studied, it seemed, through the lenses of two very distinct models: either Feminism or Psychoanalysis. 

Feminism I didn't mind so much. Goodness knows, it's good to get a female-centered perspective on things in such a still male-cenric world.

However, pyschoanalysis did bother me quite a lot.  My favourite sentence I took from my degree was: 'In the Wicked Lady, Margaret Atwood's hair is coiffured to represent the female labia'. 
Disngenious perhaps, but this, to me came to represent the fundamental issue with psychoanalysis. Surely that's just one person's opinion, influenced by their own past (maybe they had a strange encounter with a labia once) and how can they begin to explain what was in the mind of either the hairdresser, director or designer.

I think that if everything was pre-fixed with, 'it could be that...' or 'I think that....' it would be ok. What got me was the absolute, 'This is what it means. The person creating the thing didn't realise it. But I, with my greater knowledge of that person, given to me by my psychoanalytic insight, know it absolutely.'

Another of my favourite comments in counter-balanc to this was made by Madonna. She said, with her usual frankness, something along the lines of: 'people are always analysing what my videos mean, and 9 times out of 10 its absolute bollocks'. And there's a woman who's surely not shy of inserting a bit of symbolism along the way.

This came up in the lesson, when another student commented on 'how could the scholars be sure that a broken lute string represented disharmony?' And I'm so glad it did. For I think that students should never be discouraged from questioning absolutes and always be aware that everything is relative to each person's interpretation, and rarely is anyone infallible.  (But scholars earn their livings through being scholarly, so always have to sound like they believe they're correct).

Turner and Pornography

The second thought evolved after the lesson had ended (just in case anyone thinks that Strode discuss pornography in tutorials!) I was asking something about Turner, and Chris said that some Turners had been said not to be his, but were later then proven to be. Oh yes, I remember now, this was in relation to scholars not always being correct.

Apparently the reason was because his sketchbooks (linked to the paintings) had been found to contain pornographic sketches. (Although, interestingly, whilst you can find a plethora of the images of the Royal Family naked on the net, you can't find any of these examples!)

Then poor Chris had to suffer me querying, 'Well what do you mean by pornorgraphy exactly.'  Apparently Tracey Emin isn't porn (although often very graphic and confrontational), but Robert Mappleforth is. I can see that. But it did lead me to question where art stops and pornography begins. Is it the depiction of the act of fornification (or anything connected) that makes it porn? And if so, why? Is it because it's deemed by society to be an entirely private thing. Or, is it the intent with which it was produced? Eg, if it's produced to titillate then it's porn. But if it's produced to raise questions, make a social commentary, then it's not. 



If it's about things that should be kept private, then isn't Tracey Emin's 'Unmade Bed' slightly pornagraphic in its explicitness depicting the grime of her private existence? (Obviously it's not porn, there is no human form involved, but it's an interesting question).

Anyway, there you go. A few thoughts for a Friday afternoon. Off to photography now. Oh, and I found my brolly and bracelet. Happy days.

Thursday 27 September 2012

Faces: First Stage Finished

Today was a good, productive day. (Making up for me losing my favourite umbrella yesterday).

I finished off putting latex on my little chap, then covered half of him in mud rock. No wonder he looks so miserable, with all these processes happening to him. I have to next cover the second half, leaving a gap down the middle so that the clay and latex can then be eased out of the mud rock. Then fill it with plaster (which I am now a dab hand at making). ((DAMN, damn, damn. Just realised I left my bracelet in the room.))


I've also now finished all of Annie's five heads.



Funnily enough, the last one out the mould was the most beautiful. Really white and even. So, rather than casting it in porcelain, I think I'll just leave it as plaster.

And, I even did a couple of bits for the dreaded sketchbook - which always makes me feel better. (And for once I didn't mind my drawings. Although, looking now, I have given Annie a very long head.)



The Next Step
So, after giving all of them a wet polish (which feels a bit weird, given it's Annie's face) it's on with the decoration (although I do need a more esoteric term than that). Rendering? No, that's what you do to walls. Finishing? Not very explanatory. Answers on a postcard, please.

Yesterday I looked at lots of other examples of faces - of which the tattoed women of Burma were the most extraordinary. Having done the exercise, I do think that less is more and that I shouldn't highlight individual features as I think this will look a bit naff.

Here's the link to my Pinterest board where they all are:

http://pinterest.com/happyshed/face-mask-art/




Tuesday 25 September 2012

A Very Short Film

My sister once made a bed which ended up as a spice rack.

I've made a film involving interviewing ten people about their most precious object - that became an interview with a beekeeper - which became a very rubbish little film about bees.

But I don't care, because its very rubbishness has some charm. I think. And the end does make me laugh.


NB: This is the now finished version. Slightly better quality.

Having now had time to reflect on this, my comments are as follows:

1. The above was a bit of a means to an end. To get through the film-making section of the course. Much as I loved thinking of ideas, I have no desire to ever try and make a film again!

2. I think the finished result is ok. However, music would have really helped. It's amazing, actually, how much great music masks very basic film making. Despite what your eyes are seeing, if the sound is great your heart is automatically lifted.

3. Continuous rain would have been good, as well as more consistent sound. I tried really hard, but just couldn't sort it.

It was very simple (giving it a certain charm). With a clear narrative. And an important message. But, ok, a bit crap!


Monday 24 September 2012

Smiling Happy Faces: Or Not

Nothing to say, really, except my little chappy did look a lot better before I slapped latex all over him.


Oh no, holes in my latex. Not good.

 Amazing, Annie's face was covered in mud-rock (?!) and she still managed a little smile.



















A Recipe for Plaster (as Opposed to Disaster)

1. Make sure you're wearing a mask (plaster sets in water and any dust could do the same in your lungs).

2. Turn on the extractor fan and make sure the vents are open.

3. Fill a tub with warm water. Shake in enough plaster powder to double the water, sifting it as you go and turning the tub so it doesn't settle in one place.

4. Once the quantity has about doubled, the plaster is forming little islands in the water and it has the consistency of thick but still runny yoghurt put your hands in and make sure there are no lumps. (Once you've put your hands in you're buggered if it's too thin as you can't add more water, so be careful it's the right amount of plaster).

5. Fill your cast (having remembered to check it's level first). The agitate it a bit to ensure any air bubbles come to the surface. Stick a rope handle in the top and secure with a stick so you can lift it out later.

6. Leave it to set for about half an hour.

7. Remove and wet polish with sanding paper and water (once it's dried off a bit more).

8. Be aware that it does feel a bit weird, wet polishing your friend's face!



Sunday 23 September 2012

Clay Head Delight

This week I had to model a head out of clay. Another gulp. However, turns out I really enjoyed it.

I'm not sure why, but I'm so much more confident if I'm just using my hands - rather than a tool in my hands. I think it's an instinctive thing.

So, I stuck a nail in a piece of board (and also stuck the nail into the table. Sorry, Duncan). Then I slapped a piece of clay onto the nail and, an hour later, a head had formed.

It was good, feeling my face to check what went where, then translating it into the clay. (Although, according to the end result, I have eye sockets the size of footballs, large wonky ears and a collapsed back of head. Yup, not far off).

I went back the next day to finish it off, again, really enjoying myself. Although I wasn't so happy when I realised my little man was turning into Hitler. But nothing a flat cap and scarf couldn't sort.

And the moral of the tale? If you make something you really like, TAKE A PHOTO, before you cover it in gunky latex, never to probably be seen in its original light again.

So sadly, you'll just have to imagine my Hitler-esque, hollow-eyed, flat cap wearing little sculpture.