Abandoned installation project to explain plots of complex books (simultaneously) in a gallery environment.
Yeah, right. What was I thinking? This, apparently: “Story arcs and evolution of character development can be examined privately, or with a visiting expert versed in the relevant texts. This example: a matrix of narrative wire and waypoints. Finnegans Wake and Gravity’s Rainbow get the mobile treatment.”
All indicating lofty ambition if not anything else…
These shapes all derive from indoor rock climbing studs. They’re all brightly coloured and look beautiful, creating mysterious roads upwards.
I found them quite by accident, but thought they had potential; there was a message, albeit really subtle along the lines of ascent. Postive and optimistic, which makes a nice change for me. I started making a painting of Mount Eiger which was entirely made up of these shapes. It was taking too long and the effect I was after was taking too long to achieve, so I made the shapes in Illustrator and imported them into another bit of drawing software called Procreate.
I’ve always loved Alexander Calder and Joan Miro, and found these units in different sizes and colours created mysterious, and to me, delightful patterns. Anyway, you can see for yourself how successful my attempts at upword mobility have been.
“This is the future, folks. No hang on, it’s 1983… Who made this?”
In case those of you who watched the unbelievably complex Dark on Netflix and couldn’t quite keep up with the names and the the shifting timelines and neat bits of Nietzsche marketing. Here’s a diagram that might help. Jonas is in the middle. That’s teenage Jonas, not his thirty-ish version. Hannah is on the right, no Martha; next to Ulrich. Er, where’s Noah? Was he called Noah?
Seriously it’s sehr sehr gut.
A mate of mine once wryly noted they were everybody’s favourite band to roadie for.
TUL only existed for a brief spell and entirely in my imagination. They were a feminist jazz collective inspired by the work of Carla Bley, specifically her immortal opus Escalator Over The Hill.
Using elements of their logo to brighten up an early 70s tour poster (over a Twomblyesque painting by founder Gloria Horsefall) with venues undecided, they had to wait nearly 50 years for their promise to be revealed.
All stuff and nonsense, but fun to have a grid to smack around a bit.
Originally called The Aesthetics Of Disquiet (I know…)
“Even an antihero looks good on paper.” I said, for no reason that seems remotely rational. It was another fictional construction on how to do something-or-other in the plotting of a novel. The thought of Will Self’s famously Post-It noted walls inspired me to make this complicated chart of impulses, journeys, loves and losses.
” A time lapse movie still of character construction in a novel. GarageBand noodling which happily chimes in with a couple of background changes.” I’m glad I cleared that up.