Donald Rodney’s ‘In the House of My Father’Not feeling emotionally attached to an art work for a long time….
Went to Haward Gallery to see ‘How to improve the world’ today and really get refreshed… well, but definitely not being impressed by all the artworks. The one that impresses me the most is Donald Rodney’s ‘In the House of My Father’ which is a large size photo showing his hand on which there’s a fragile house made of his own skin after a surgery. It was one of the last pieces made before the artist’s death and was considered a remembrance for his father who died two years before he did.
The artwork is so simple but powerful. I did enjoy very much the beauty of humanity and really can’t explain how I thank that I am still alive. E may probably say that it’s too emotional and not rational/ conceptual enough. But well…in such a post human world, especially in the hierarchy London, I don’t see that there‘s anything else out of art (although it’s not absolutely correct to say so) is still celebrating emotions and feelings and humanity.
……………..
Criticism is essential…so does appreciation.
……………..
Also need to concern my situation while seeing the fragile house….
I have been reading Art Newspaper, Art theory, art history ……….everyday since I arrived in London…… but not until I met ‘In the House of My Father’ that I realize that Art has actually gone out of my mind.. and I think that’s the reason why I feel so empty inside. What I have learned these days is only a modern version of the artistic food chain. I hate Damien Hirst, even more Tracey Emin. While Saatchi is looking for a chance to create something like YBA again by haunting fresh faces in his website and organising a rubbish show entitled ‘American Today’ in the Royal Academy of Art, I really feel exhausted and disappointed to get to know the success of the trend happened in the last decade is no more than an extension of the entertainment industry. (huh… anybody remember ? The HK art museum introduced YBA to us in 2004 while the trend is already over for a long time ….Damien Hirst is in his 40 and now being more like a businessman than an artist… Why are we always so late in response?)…
Although this saying is not something new to me (haha thanks to Jeff.), it’s not until I come to London that I really recognize how decisive the taste of art collectors is to the life of an artist. And this makes me hate the art world as a whole….and no longer want to create anymore……oh…Of course these are only excuses for my laziness.. and thank god that I have recognise it in time.
….
Not passionate in creating anymore…well, I did say something like this when stephnie, an internship staff in Gasworks asked if I was an artist…now I really feel ashamed of having said those words ..not because I was trying to get a volunteer work there…but because it’s the same as saying that I have nothing to talk about my life. Everyone should have the impulse to create…not necessarily on the canvas or on the paper…while it can be furnishing the house….thinking about how to make his girlfriend happy..etc
I am an artist!!! For I don’t care how people think the title suits what type of people!
(but I actually want to be a travel journalist specialised in culture and arts for I also love film and dance and theatre….^.^)
………..
Still waiting for good news…some duty to ‘activate’ myself in London….while I miss Berlin very much and wish that I can fly there at the moment. Ar.. and this reminds me that I have german exam tomorrow.
Ich bin mute
10 Nov, 2006
p.s. when I was studying german in Mcdonald, two French people kept talking next to me for more than an hour, which really recalls my French knowledge…but not very good before I take the german exam
but anyway……..
Merci, danke.. bitte, si vous plait… a demain, bis morgen…
Instead of feeling frustrated by mixing up the two languages, I decide to learn both at the same time.
..
One more thing: ‘How to improve the world’ is actually a sentence picked from John Cage’s diary…but what important is that he has also said ‘You will only make matter worse’.
.................
Ansom Keifer 's sculpture reminds me of <2046>..
parler ma sentiment, c'est possible?
Went to Haward Gallery to see ‘How to improve the world’ today and really get refreshed… well, but definitely not being impressed by all the artworks. The one that impresses me the most is Donald Rodney’s ‘In the House of My Father’ which is a large size photo showing his hand on which there’s a fragile house made of his own skin after a surgery. It was one of the last pieces made before the artist’s death and was considered a remembrance for his father who died two years before he did.
The artwork is so simple but powerful. I did enjoy very much the beauty of humanity and really can’t explain how I thank that I am still alive. E may probably say that it’s too emotional and not rational/ conceptual enough. But well…in such a post human world, especially in the hierarchy London, I don’t see that there‘s anything else out of art (although it’s not absolutely correct to say so) is still celebrating emotions and feelings and humanity.
……………..
Criticism is essential…so does appreciation.
……………..
Also need to concern my situation while seeing the fragile house….
I have been reading Art Newspaper, Art theory, art history ……….everyday since I arrived in London…… but not until I met ‘In the House of My Father’ that I realize that Art has actually gone out of my mind.. and I think that’s the reason why I feel so empty inside. What I have learned these days is only a modern version of the artistic food chain. I hate Damien Hirst, even more Tracey Emin. While Saatchi is looking for a chance to create something like YBA again by haunting fresh faces in his website and organising a rubbish show entitled ‘American Today’ in the Royal Academy of Art, I really feel exhausted and disappointed to get to know the success of the trend happened in the last decade is no more than an extension of the entertainment industry. (huh… anybody remember ? The HK art museum introduced YBA to us in 2004 while the trend is already over for a long time ….Damien Hirst is in his 40 and now being more like a businessman than an artist… Why are we always so late in response?)…
Although this saying is not something new to me (haha thanks to Jeff.), it’s not until I come to London that I really recognize how decisive the taste of art collectors is to the life of an artist. And this makes me hate the art world as a whole….and no longer want to create anymore……oh…Of course these are only excuses for my laziness.. and thank god that I have recognise it in time.
….
Not passionate in creating anymore…well, I did say something like this when stephnie, an internship staff in Gasworks asked if I was an artist…now I really feel ashamed of having said those words ..not because I was trying to get a volunteer work there…but because it’s the same as saying that I have nothing to talk about my life. Everyone should have the impulse to create…not necessarily on the canvas or on the paper…while it can be furnishing the house….thinking about how to make his girlfriend happy..etc
I am an artist!!! For I don’t care how people think the title suits what type of people!
(but I actually want to be a travel journalist specialised in culture and arts for I also love film and dance and theatre….^.^)
………..
Still waiting for good news…some duty to ‘activate’ myself in London….while I miss Berlin very much and wish that I can fly there at the moment. Ar.. and this reminds me that I have german exam tomorrow.
Ich bin mute
10 Nov, 2006
p.s. when I was studying german in Mcdonald, two French people kept talking next to me for more than an hour, which really recalls my French knowledge…but not very good before I take the german exam
but anyway……..
Merci, danke.. bitte, si vous plait… a demain, bis morgen…
Instead of feeling frustrated by mixing up the two languages, I decide to learn both at the same time.
..
One more thing: ‘How to improve the world’ is actually a sentence picked from John Cage’s diary…but what important is that he has also said ‘You will only make matter worse’.
.................
Ansom Keifer 's sculpture reminds me of <2046>..
parler ma sentiment, c'est possible?
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