Showing posts with label Francis Bacon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Francis Bacon. Show all posts

Monday, 28 November 2011

....HOUSE OF CARDS........

    Oh the rain is falling and the wild wind roars ,
    It will shake your windows, and rattle your doors ..........

Following on from a previous posting and the introduction to my MA course , I should perhaps expand on the intended content and my ideas a bit more . Essentially I had decided to revisit three or four buildings in Manchester that I had worked on and knew reasonably well - I think all of them had been warehouses of some sort , and were all of the same construction - cast iron columns and beams , and really thick - 70mm or so - mill floors. Choosing the buildings was easy , but then how to form a narrative , and an alternate reality , around them ?  Inspired in some ways by Chris Ware's ' House ' series , I realised that the concept of ' house ' would allow each building to be developed in its own way ; each one could tell its own story .

.......And this got me thinking a bit about houses - private spaces , unlike most other other spaces that are built for specific purposes ; house are personal , individual spaces , secret spaces behind doors shutting off the outside world , places of refuge , of sanctuary , places for realising hidden desires , secret fantasies.....places steeped in memory.

' The more a house becomes enlightened , the more its walls ooze ghosts '      Primo Levi.

The Anne Frank house in Amsterdam is one of the most visited tourist attractions in the world , certainly in Europe , and more than most houses as attractions , I suppose , its walls resonate with its more immediate history , its memories . A paradox , a house acting as both sanctuary and prison. The house is well documented on the internet , both from an architectural point of view and a forensic , the later calling into question the moral dilemmas faced when curating such a site.



One of the better sites for cross-relating the story to the buildings plan layout is www.annefrankdiaryreference.org/annexe.htm , which even directs you to a live web cam feed from across the garden ; I am not entirely convinced that this modern intervention adds much to the sense of history , but there you go. The conservation of Anne Frank's room is dealt with in great detail at www.annefrank.org/en/Worldwide/Collecties/The-conservation-of-Anne-Franks-room/ , which - from a conservation point of view -   has interesting parrallels with the conservation of Francis Bacon's studio that I commented on some twelve months or so ago.



Finally , one of the more bizarre sites I happened on was ' Anne Frank - The hiding place in 3D ' , which allows you to wander around the furnished spaces yourself . A place of memory and reflection reduced to the level and feel of navigating Laura Croft around Amsterdam whilst avoiding the Germans. Maybe the medium IS the message............for those interested , the link is www.annefrank.org/en/Subsites/Home/ , .....a clue - the secret annexe is concealed behind the bookcase.....


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House as sanctuary , house as prison - or as in the case of this second house , a house both representing freedom - of a kind - and despair . The house - or at least the privacy once the front door was closed - represented a freedom for Fred West ( whose house in Gloucester this last illustration is of ) from the usual patterns of accepted behaviour within society and became a killing ground ; the key indicates , amongst hidden doors and rooms , the final location of nine of his victime bodies. A site of death as much as the Anne Frank House is , this house has been demolished , the site turned into a memorial garden.

House as sanctuary , house as prison........................................................................................

They're washing the streets with the blood of your kind
Ah look over your shoulder they are right behind
Oh blow down this house of cards

Saturday, 6 August 2011

....GIVE ME YOUR FREAKS.................

"Give me your freaks, your  whores , your harlots, your flunkies , your junkies, give me your starlets......" 



I came across the work of photographer Joel-Peter Witkin whilst we were looking for images for the decor of the rooms in Velvet , a boutique hotel we were completing on Canal Street in Manchester. In the end they were deemed too edgy even for the more liberated clientele in this part of town . so they remained in the book...' Disturbed Genius ' comes to mind . Allegedly he uses real dead bodies and foetuses , bought from his local Mexican morgue with no permission from the families.......the image above apparently is not one of twins - it's one head cut in half......hhhhmmmmm.........






.....I suppose the question here is when does artistic creativity overstep the boundaries of ' taste ' ? Taste is always used by society as a tool for public censorship - to my mind these images are not at all that far from the paintings of Francis Bacon . The medium of photography adds a disquieting sense of realism , particularly with regard to the discipline of black / white ; the disfigurements of the body still retain some semblance of humanity . Spooky , but I keep returning to them , fascinating  / macabre distortions of reality - the same sort of disbelief I suppose when confronted with the freak show at the travelling fair , although these seem to have long since disappeared.

......Very much on the dark side - maybe too dark as illustrations for a hotel , but I have for a long time been intrigued by the creative possibilities of subverting the natural order and using the constructs of a child's dolls house to create an alternate one peopled by freaks ,whores and sideshow carnival queens.............maybe I can reference these images further on down the road , maybe a dolls house , maybe another website for the darkside . We'll see.

To see more of his photos, should you want to , try  http://www.edelmangallery.com/witkin.htm..........and if you want to see how Velvet Hotel turned out then go to http://www.velvetmanchester.com/ and check out the gallery - it's ok to stop there, many people do........and we have just been asked to do another sixteen rooms , which is nice. The building that Velvet occupies on Canal Street will also feature in the work that I am proposing for my upcoming MA course.............more on that , shortly.

In the meantime , those photographs again..........................

Give me your poor ,
Your maladjusted ,
Your sick and your beat
and your sad and your busted.
Give me you has-beens
give me your twisted,
your loners , your losers,
give me your black listed.

Lyrics by Dory Previn