Dear Cleo 17 12 02

Dearest Cleo

Hope you are well, after Damien’s rottweiler and the fire next door I thought life was going to calm down a bit, no such luck, Last night at I was researching Pierrette Bloch on the internet there was a thunderous noise as a meteorite crashed through the ceiling.

I didn’t get a chance to look at the roof yet but thankfully the damage to the ceiling is fairly minimal. They say things happen in three’s and whoever they are, they are quite right.

I took a photograph of the damage to the ceiling to send to the insurers  but upon reading the policy I found the meteorite exclusion clause right next to the sanity clause, I guess I’ll just have to fix the hole where the rain gets in (TM Lennon McCartney) myself.

Figure 1 (17 02 12 01) The hole where the rain gets in, digital photograph

The living room floor held up so when the meteorite had stopped smoking I ventured close enough to take a photograph of it whatever it was made of, I don’t know and shudder to guess, but it had the power to reverse the perspective of its immediate surroundings.

Figure 2 (17 02 12 02) Meteorite, digital photograph

The dirt on the floor is a result of Freya playing in the burnt out building next door, I have already had two texts off the cleaner complaining about this, goodness knows what she would have texted if she had seen the meteorite in the middle of the floor.

I wrapped my hands in two plastic carrier bags that I had saved from before they banned them just in case a meteorite came to stay, picked up the meteorite and took it to the bins. I chose the recycling bin in the hope that someone at the recycling plant would recognise it for what it was and post it to Cornelia Parker who could make a proper job of recycling it.

Figure 3 (17 02 12 03) A meteorite’s tale, pastel and graphite on A2 grey and white sugar paper

On a more serious note, the “hole” in the ceiling is quite pretty, nodding not only to the renaissance but also to Lucio Fontana. It is not since renaissance times that ceiling art has been popular, but I think that the next time I decorate I will incorporate a meteorite hole in the ceiling, it makes a nice change from the boring white ceiling beloved by one and all. I have left my ceiling art in position, it is about time ceiling art became fashionable again.

It was good to see you this morning but you forgot to give me the letter to Santa so I can give it to him when he is in the pub, I will ring and remind you in the week so we can finally get it sorted out.

Love as always

Mickos xx

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Dear Cleo 17 11 09

Dearest Cleo

Hope you got my letter, it makes a change from an email, seems so much more personal and a little bit over whelming and a stronger connection when we are touching things that each other has touched.

Today I am looking at Spider by Louise Bourgeoise and considering how much I consider it to be a drawing.

I had a similar problem in project 2 of this part of the course when I became inclined to call my drawings on the forest floor sculptures, they remained drawings on the canvas of the forest floor but because they had volume I started to think of them as sculptures when really they are just drawings you can walk around.

Some drawings are very sculptural, I am thinking now of Michelangelo’s figures that have solidity and weight and dimensionality, Henry Moore’s reductive drawings that have the same quality, Auerbach accentuates the sculptural quality of his drawings using texture.

Sculpture tends more to the drawing with the linear aspect of the sculpt, so my drawings on the forest floor remained drawings without true volume, I would consider the Ecstasy of St Teresa by Bernini primarily a drawing because of its linear qualities and I consider Calder’s mobiles as drawings suspended in the air.

The linear qualities of Bourgeoisies’ spider would put it in the class of drawing for me, note how well the photograph works as a two dimensional image and compare this to a photograph of the David or the Venus di Milo.

Don’t forget and send your letter back, see you at the weekend.

Love as always

Mickos xx

Dear Cleo 17 11 06

Dearest Cleo

I hope you are well, another Monday over, it all gets easier from here on, and I am looking forward to catching up with you at the weekend. Today I have a little lesson in someone you may not have heard of, but google her work for a pleasant surprise.

Contextual Focus Point

Emily Kame Kngwarreye

Emily Kame Kngwarreye, although she was probably well versed in traditional aboriginal art such as sand and body painting did not come to fame until the late nineteen seventies when a philanthropist introduced her community to the Indonesian art of Batik. Ten years later her community was introduced by CAAMA (Central Australian Aboriginal Media Association) to acrylic paints, Emily’s star blossomed and from 1988 until her death in 1996 in a burst of creativity comparable to that of Van Gogh she completed more than 3000 paintings.

Emily’s paintings were inspired by her dreams and her local area of Utopia in Central Australia not far from Alice Springs where she lived for her whole life. That her paintings were inspired by a particular locale is not unusual in art history, I have already written in project 1 of this part of the course about what it is in a landscape painting that an artist chooses to make special and how that works. Examples abound of landscape artists fascinated by their locale, from Vincent and Gauguin being fascinated by wherever they happened to be at the time, to Constable and his constant depictions of East Sussex, on to Lowry’s paintings of the north of England and of course the impressionist’s works idealise the Parisian suburbs, Monet’s back garden not forgetting Cezanne’s Mountain, that was worth a pastiche in Close Encounters of the Third Kind.

The aboriginal culture went from the magical age to the scientific age missing out religion age and dreams have retained their magical significance to aborigines, it is probably no worries that Emily was inspired by her dreams. This dream is also fertile territory for European artists, though the significance of dreams was popularised in the late nineteenth and early twentieth century by Freud and other Psychoanalysts.

There are such quotes as “I dream of painting and then I paint my dream” Vincent Van Gogh and “What I dream of is an art of balance, of purity and serenity devoid of troubling or depressing subject matter – a soothing, calming influence on the mind, rather like a good armchair which provides relaxation from physical fatigue.” Henri Matisse, and even “Colour what a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams” Paul Gauguin.

It is perhaps with the surrealists that crediting dreams with inspiration reached its zenith in European art, with artists striving for that time between waking and sleeping with alcohol and drugs. It may not have been the influence of either that caused Dali to remark “One day it will have to be officially admitted that what we have christened reality is an even greater illusion than the world of dreams” or Magritte’s “What really is inside, and what is outside? What do we have here: reality, or a dream? If a dream is a revelation of waking life, waking life is also a revelation of a dream.” Dreams have a very special place in art and aboriginal culture.

Emily had three phases of painting during her brief career, and although Emily, we are led to believe, had no knowledge of worldwide art, the lines call to mind Bridget Riley, the dots call to mind  Van Gogh, Kusama and Seurat and the patches evoke Manet and the colour field expressionists. There is also a correlation to be drawn between Emily’s work and Kandinsky’s book “Point and line and plane”

Either everything is starting to join up for me or someone with more knowledge of psychoanalysis and indigenous Australian people could write a book on these connections.

Dream on Bruce.

Bibliography

The research for this essay was carried out entirely on the internet but as I am no specialist on either aboriginal culture or Emily Kame Kngwarreye I would suggest that you do your own research to affirm the impressions I have garnered in my own research, so that my impressions do not colour your thinking. I imagine if I was living in Australia I would have a better understanding of both Emily and aboriginal culture and it would be possible to further research my theories. I would welcome any comments from readers “down under” in this regard.

Well there you go darling, something new is always worth learning.

My love as always

Mickos xx