features

Dedicated to the Unknown Artist

Simple, wooden frames enclose one-hundred postcards laid out in clinical rows, like a nineteenth century collection of pinned butterflies and beetles. A corresponding sheet catalogues them, naming date (if known), artist (if known), place (if known). Apart from all being about 3”x6” in dimension, all of the postcards share one other thing, their title, rough sea. The temptation is to read them left to right as film stills. Doing so creates waves that rise and crash on the changing coastline, images alter, borders alter, beaches, strictures, boats too, but the sea remains constant.

Perhaps the sign of a great work of art is its ability to endure, to make itself relevant to generations of different time periods, to continue to adapt to its interpreters’ needs long after it is created. Made in the early seventies, Susan Hiller’s conceptual work Dedicated to the Unknown Artists is a collection of old postcards acquired between 1972 and ‘76. Her piece’s title is a reflection of the craftsmanship, kitsch style and artistic vision of these now forgotten, yet once highly popular artists. However, her chosen process and method of display gets at something more than nostalgia for a bygone age of Great Britannia. In addition to venerating the fallen she also uses them to critique her own artistic contemporaries. The postcards are mounted on a sterile grid, catalogued and documented scientifically. This method of presentation reveals fascinating details within these mundane, otherwise generic, objects. Specific artists are credited with several works from all over the country. Variations in colour tinting of photo plates show pink, yellow and grey skies. When displayed together, out the context of dusty seaside shops, the collection is an inviting object of intrigue.

When first shown in the early seventies Hiller’s work met sharp criticism. The strongest accusation being that it was introducing pop art to conceptualism. In retrospect, such an allegation seems trivial, perhaps even humorous. At the time, however, such criticism was serious. Illustrating the extremity of the hostility the piece faced, Hiller explains in an interview from 2007: “I was told by a museum director that my work was too popular, that people liked it too much.”

We shouldn’t pity her too much though. Unlike criticism received in a middle school art lesson, such criticism most likely strengthened the work and ensured its longevity. By challenging the Conceptual movement, she served to advance it. Today, Dedicated to the Unknown Artist forms the corner stone to Art Sheffield 2010, Life: A User’s Manual, the city wide biennial exhibition.

George Perec’s novel, Life: A User’s Manual, a painstakingly detailed book about the minutia of the residents in a single apartment block is used as a springboard by Art Sheffield 2010’s curators. They attempt to explore the notion affect which claims that “the unspectacular acts of everyday ‘affect’ might be a way to chart a path through current circumstances.” If this all sounds slightly too academic for your liking, don’t worry. Simply put, the overall exhibition explores what appear to be small and minute details, in order to illuminate a greater whole.

In a walk through the gallery, Frederique Bergholtz, one half of the Dutch team of curators organizing the show, explains “the Susan Hiller piece was actually the starting point for thinking about this years’ Art Sheffield.” It looks at detail, the small, the remote, the minutia, and in turn offers an understanding of ourselves, British obsession with weather, and how several different people managed to create works with identical titles, but immensely varied contents.

What is curious about this piece is its ability to mould and adapt. Its role, over thirty years ago, as a two finger salute to rigid norms in conceptual art means it now serves as a defining piece of the genre. Not to be ignored, however, are the postcards themselves. Many of which are beautifully crafted and rendered images of the ocean, hotel resorts, and waves of varying size. The work revives and allows us to approach such forgotten common objects as the works of artistic merit they were based on. We look at them as contradictions, often the seas are not rough at all, they are images from the holidays that no one had, things that never happened.

Sci Fi and Shopping. Meadowhall and Logan’s Run

When you were small, did you ever get assigned to write a story about being trapped in a shopping centre overnight? After you finished the one about being shrunk to the size of a fingernail, or washed up on a desert island, it was all set to be your runaway bestseller.

In spidery Berol letters you set forth the horror of the urban shopping centre by sundown. ‘Nightmares In The Shopping Centre!!’ was the proposed title, and it was sure to reel in all the “Good Try” stickers from your teacher’s desk.

Back then, maybe, the English shopping centre was the stuff of nightmares. Good honest nightmares that didn’t pretend to be anything else. A windowless, airless hall of mirrored escalators, where fried food outlets encircled shoppers like vultures, discoloured tiles stuck fast to the surfaces on which they had long been laid, and an overhead hanging bulb or two tarred the whole scene with a nasty yellow light. read the rest

Some Thoughts On Leisure - Introducing Issue 12

Leisure is a strange idea. It’s the word that denotes ‘fun time’ as opposed to ‘work time’. We engage in leisure when we are done slaving over a computer / workbench / cotton loom / student loan application, for peanuts or pay checks.

The history of leisure has taken some twists and turns, and the word drifts in and out of use. Loaded with two hundred years of connotation, leisure is commonly understood to have begun its seminal rise during the industrial revolution as the culturally sanctioned antidote to protestant hard-work and Victorian sobriety. The nineteenth century saw the invention of package holidays along with the foundation of football leagues and the invention of Saturday as a ‘day off’. Free time wasn’t something new per se, but with machinery, work schedules and bosses, it was measured out and granted. It was a gift from the employer, who dictated time. New industries sprang to cater for this allocated free time. Now in 2010, the Leisure Industry controls a massive swath of the economy. Everywhere from shopping malls to cinemas to restaurants to Wetherspoons provide places to spend hard earned cash in the pursuit of leisure. With this, leisure has become a defining feature of how we spend our lives, time, money and also, to some degree, how we define ourselves. read the rest

Sound of 2010 Part 1

Every year since 2003 the BBC has climbed down the nations chimney and bestowed upon us the acts which show the most promise in the upcoming year. In the past it has belched out such talents as Mika, Lilly Allen and Franz Ferdinand. In short, by choosing artists with financial and industry backing, its always right. So how does 2010 shape up? Hayden Woolley casts a critical gaze over the musical landscape of the next 12 months.

HURTS

Just for a change these guys are influenced by……… 80’s electropop. Another self-conciously arty band, the sort which the record-buying public almost never warm to. They seem like the sort of guys who have considerably more photo-shoots than songs, posing as they are in all their hautre-couteur glory . The song is of little importance I suppose, they are a band in the same way that Never Mind the Buzzcocks is ‘a quiz.’ I think its all a ploy, somewhere along the way a major label have their hand up these guys asses, and they’re tickling their prostates until they spunk money everywhere

JOY ORBISON

Sometimes you get these really forward-thinking, talented young musicians who have absolutely zero money producing DIY budget-house that blows other shit out the water. This sounds like it was recorded in a bread bin and its all the better for it. The home-made percussion, the distant woozy vocals, the vintage-vinyl quality. This is great. More please.

MARINA AND THE DIAMONDS

 Alan Sugar – “Right, I’m giving you lot ten grand to go start a band. I want it a bit of old fashioned razzmatazz, a glitzy affair. You’ll be required to do a PowerPoint presentation of why I should buy your product at 6pm tomorrow in front of a room of record company execs. Nick and Margaret are watching you all the way with this one, I want you to go out and make me some hard earned cash. I don’t care if its soulless shit, just get in the bloody taxi!”

 

OWL CITY

(serves one small appetite)

Take one portion of Postal Service and castrate thoroughly, carefully removing all bones. Dilute with four parts tepid rose water and leave to soak overnight, preferably in front of a clouded window to aid quiet introspection.

In the morning, rouse, ensure subject has developed an affected American whine so rhotic the songs practically spherical, and wipe down with one of those Primary School Kids drawings Teatowels things. You know the ones. Add mandatory Casio noodlings and stir until twee-er than two ragdolls on a houseboat.

Oi, OC - 4 letters - M T F U

ROX

 Rox is 30% more coffee-table than an entire coffee-table constructed only of Sade CD’s. In fact, if coffee tables were sentient and possessed a taste in music, this is probably what they’d listen to. This is music suitable for divorcees only. Those who can but look up to advertisers and say ‘Please Sir, target my demographic and tell me what to like.’ You may come to recognise her at the rear-end of next years Brit awards nominations. She’s the half-Jamaican half-Iranian one with a soulful voice whose this years Amy Winehouse. OK? Good.

STORNOWAY

If you’re lucky enough to have a Dad with a well-established beard then he might take you to a real-ale festival. At that real-ale festival you might witness a jovial bunch of musicians who tour around rural pastures playing old-fashioned songs for old-fashioned souls to nod their heads in appreciation to whilst sipping their pint of Bishop’s Todger. With banjo solo’s and bovine-songs, that band are Stornoway. What the fuck they’re doing on this list is anyone’s guess.

Public Intellectual Grudge Match

 

The crowd in Madison Square Gardens have not been this agitated for some time, but you’ll have to take my word for it. They sit in a respectful almost silence, some clean their spectacles, some read their programmes, and others whisper excitedly about the main event: the big fight. In the red corner is Alain de Botton: de Botton (I pronounce it to rhyme with bottom) rose to prominence explaining how reading Proust or Plato could change the lives of the public, but more recently has pointed out that the jobs they do are pointless and puzzled over why they do them at all (think about it Alain!). In the blue corner is Kevin McCloud, inspiration for every fledgling architectural career in the country he is the man who took Bauhaus to the British (or should that be brutish?) public. Tonight’s bout, then, is a grudge match between public intellectuals, between intelligent people (well…) that inhabit the realm of mass media, and, if you want a cheeky tip, my money’s on McCloud.

To conceive of the public-intellectual one must marry two not easily reconciled concepts: the public and the intellectual. The public, according to popular opinion at least, are stupid, susceptible to any amount of guff and balls, and seem to muddle along quite happily blanketed in ignorance. The intellectual, in stark contrast, is clever, well informed, discerning, often odds with the world, and certainly not content to take the status quo at face value. The concept of the public-intellectual, therefore, is perhaps best understood in dialectical terms. The synthesis of two out-dated and poorly thought out concepts, public intellectuals should allow us to subvert the notion that we are stupid and that big ideas and profound arguments are impenetrable or beyond us. read the rest

The Fire Station

Sheffield’s former central fire station will soon be demolished to make way for redevelopment. This is a major part of the Sevenstone plan for the city centre, which will bring a greater number of shops into the empty spaces via a half billion pound mixture of Liverpool One outdoor style shopping complexes and more familiar American Mall style structures. The monetary and civic values of this project are highly debatable. As of now, however, only demolition of the fire station will take place, as the development has stalled indefinitely. Once the fire station has gone, Sheffield city centre will be left with a giant hole.

When writing about architecture it is all too easy to rant, to hang on to pointless symbolism; it is difficult to be earnest. Yet, right now, the situation is absurd. In truth, the overall historic and architectural value of the building is dubious. It may not necessarily be worth keeping in the long term. But due to immediate and extreme conditions it is worth considering how the city around us becomes valued in the face of irrational demands. The economy and the decline of a city and its industries are the basis of planning and the irregular, incoherent paths they follow can make for exciting places. Yet with the encroachment of master-plans and urban corporations, ahem Hammersons, comes a demise of the urban – the things that make a city a city.

The fire station is a case and point. Its future is defined by an extreme narrative of decline and redevelopment that orders its destruction. Intriguingly though, it has only ever functioned in the pursuit of disaster. This is a building that has always predicted its own destruction. read the rest

Article Previews Doc Fest: Taqwacore

Following a group of self-proclaimed Islamist Punks on a journey across America and Pakistan, Taqwaore poses questions about Islam, the American melting pot, and personal religious identity. The feature length documentary takes viewers into the personal lives of Michael Muhammad Knight and his fellow Taqwacore devotees.

The story starts with Michael, who in 2004 published the book “The Taqwacores”. The underground novel described a fictional Islamic punk movement in upstate New York. As the documentary later explains, Knight wrote the book in order to cope with the religion he had converted to at the tender age of 15. To his surprise, however, this apparently cathartic literary exercise had great online success, ultimately causing young Muslims across North America to start a scene resembling what the book had described. The documentary is a compelling look at the American and Canadian punk kids who struggle to find and walk a line between their traditional culture and the western culture within which they live in.

“Taqwacore” might seem rambling: filmed over three years and without the director putting himself in a prominent narrative role. But far from being a preachy mission documentary, which it might so easily have been, the kids in the film are anything but pedantic or proselytising. Instead, to their credit, they come across as people genuinely striving to find a means of self-expression in, dare I say it, a post 9/11 world, where the difficulties of being a Muslim American can all too easily be assumed. This immediately endears us to the majority of the band members on the Taqwacore tour. Their music, lyrics and passion constantly on show through heartfelt performances of songs with lyrics ranging from the tearfully questioning, “Why do you hate hate hate me”, to the playfully provocative, “Muhammad was a punk rocker, you know tore shit up! Muhammad was a punk rocker. He had a Rancid Sticker on his pick-up truck!”

Director: Omar Majeed

Country: Canada

Premiere:

Dates: 05 November, 14:55 Showroom 3, 06 November, 19:05 SIF Studio

Watch for: Green School Buses, Cannabis Smoothies

Article Previews Doc Fest: Kings of Pastry

Accompanied by the endearing pastry chef Jacquy Pfeiffer, Kings of Pastry reveals the world at the very top of French pastry making, where every four years, the Olympics of pastry production takes place in Lyon. Sixteen chefs face three gruelling days of waking up at 4am to produce lollipops, cream puffs, cakes, and most striking of all, their sugar masterpieces: tacky sculptures of sugar flowers and chocolate arcs a metre high. The whole experience is comparable only to the pernickety judging of Master Chef mixed with the endurance of the Tour de France. But even that description is way off. All the chefs compete for the title of Meilleurs Ouvriers de France, MOF for short. An award given by the highest French official: the President himself. Apparently to be an MOF is the highest honour held in pastry making, such that fraudulently wearing the tricolour MOF collar is a criminal offence in France. So with passions on their utmost edge, we watch the steady handed chefs create their works with the utmost care and love.

That the documentary itself moves along with supremely calculated pace is no surprise: this was produced with the BBC by one of the biggest documentary making teams in the world, Pennebaker and Hegedus, and we will definitely be seeing it on our TV screens in the near future. But what it may lack in its originality of direction, it more than makes up for in its expert showing of a very strange and wonderful world. There is something reassuring watching the long segments of Gallic shrugging and confectionary sugar being molded into delicate ribbons set to Django Rheinhardt-esque guitar. 

Director: Chris Hegedus & D A Pennebaker

Country: USA, UK, Netherlands

Premiere: World

Dates: 06 November, 17:45 Showroom 1

Watch for: Gallic shrugs, old men intellectualising pastry

Article Previews Doc Fest: Videocracy

Italy, 2009. Silvio Berlusconi not only controls the country’s politics but almost all of the Italian media, directly or indirectly. Besides holding stakes in many publishing houses, Berlusconi’s family also runs the country’s biggest commercial TV group, Mediaset, whose stations are notoriously famous not for quality programmes but for shallow entertainment.

Director Erik Gandini lives in Sweden but grew up in Italy. He returns to his home country to take a critical look behind the scenes of Italy’s media world and assess its influence on both politics and media. Gandini tries to show how Berlusconi’s media attempts to create an uncritical audience whose only wish is to become famous and join the Premier’s friends’ glamour world. He follows a mechanic from the countryside whose biggest dream it is to become a TV star and who therefore goes to the gym, learns karate, practices singing and keeps going to auditions – in vain. 15 Year old school girls dream of becoming the weather girl on one of the channels – for two weeks in their life – and therefore accept humiliation in TV shows where they have to fight for the “job”. Videocracy is a stunning and exciting documentary about the connections between politics, media and society. It leaves a sour taste and paints a sinister picture of telly-republic Italy.

Director: Erik Gandini

Country: Sweden, Denmark

Premiere:

Dates: 06 November, 19:20 Showroom 3. 07 November 9:30 Showroom 3

Watch for: Fascist youtube videos, greasy men, scantily clad Italian women.

Article Previews Doc Fest: Disco and Atomic War

An autobiographical documentary set in the 70s and 80s Disco and Atomic War shows Cold War Estonia as a country that, due to its proximity to Finland, had become the frontier of Western influence in the eastern-bloc. The director tells his story of a child living in a world of subversive family and friends who partake in anti-Soviet activities such as watching Dallas, Knight Rider and Finnish instructional videos on disco dancing.

Between reconstructed scenes of childhood activity ranging from schoolboy fun to receiving smuggled television receiving equipment, and in a wonderfully nostalgic landscape of casual sportswear and defunct car brands, are interviews with some of the fascinating characters behind the period. We meet the former head of Estonian state television, who finds himself held responsible for the Estonians’ failure to enjoy national TV; a sociologist commissioned by the authorities to undertake research into the national character and the effect that western propaganda was having; and an eccentric inventor whose powerful home made mercury receiving equipment blocks out the communication at a nearby nuclear missile facility.

Overall the film paints a compelling picture of the common cultural experience, not by attempting to critique the value or ‘truth’ of each type, but simply through its sensitive understanding of popular culture. Small references – like talking to a car with your watch or the notably increased national birth rate Emmanuelle was broadcast – demonstrate the complexities of the media. In a sense, you can begin to see the rationale of blocking foreign signals as a possible means of corrupting minds, but at the same time, the reception of foreign media is taken in wonder and fascination - a window into another world entirely.

 

Director: Jaak Kilmi

Country: Estonia, Finland

Premiere:

Dates: 06 November, 21:40 Showroom 3. 08 November, 12:35 Showroom 2

Watch for: Retro glasses, Soviet Disco Moves, Mullets

CULTURE
Dedicated to the Unknown Artist.

A look at Susan Hiller’s work in relation to this year’s Art Sheffield 2010: Life a User’s Manual citywide exhibition.

STORIES
Bike Shop Freemasonry.

Entering the bike shop with its array of gadgets, alien lingo and Lycra clad leg shavers was too daunting an undertaking for this self-conscious teeny-bopper: both literally and metaphorically I didn’t have the bollocks.

INTERVIEWS
FrenchMottershead: Shops - Interview.

An interview with Rebecca French and Andrew Mottershead. The artists behind the Site Gallery’s latest exhibition.