MEET UPS : January, February, April, 24th June Words & Images , July, September
PROJECT: To work on the creation of a first poetry pamphlet.
QUOTE: In search of words, I came to look at pictures. (The Exhibition )
APRIL PROGRESS REPORT
April was almost over and I had nothing to show for it. During the week following the meetup I immersed myself in the copious follow-up work. Writing reviews of the short poems I had chosen from the pairs submitted by meetup participants was engaging and stimulating but also a painful reminder of my lack of productivity. I whiled away a few hours developing the spring poem I had started during the meetup. Nine lines expanded to twelve and then contracted to six. Could this be classed as progress?
I visited the photographic exhibition in the Victoria Art Gallery but it was Easter week and so crowded I could not get close enough to the images to appreciate their full impact. I would have to return at a later date. In the meantime I would have to resort to reproductions. Degas’ portrait of Helene Rouart which featured in the Holburne’s Impressionist exhibition last year made a lasting impression on me. I was struck by the way the girl was barricaded behind her father’s bulky chair and the obvious comparison between her and the Egyptian mummy imprisoned in its glass case. Perhaps I could find other work by Degas displaying such psychological insight and making use of unusual perspectives. I unearthed an old Folio Society volume of ballet scenes and leafed through it.
I noticed how frequently Degas returned to an image of a seated dancer bending forwards and clasping one ankle. Why was he so obsessed with this image? Was it a way of showing the dancer’s back and front at the same time or was it the way the human form looked more animal-like when bending down? This image is like the flip side of those showing classic ballet positions and moves. It emphasises the toll on the dancers’ bodies. Sometimes these cube-like dancers look exhausted, sometimes in pain, sometimes they are just doing up the ribbons on their ballet shoes. Degas’ dancers show the harsh reality of earning a living by doing hard physical work.
I kept on returning to one particular drawing entitled ‘L’Attente’. Which is the more important figure, the mother (if she is the mother) or the girl? Both exquisitely embody the nature of waiting. They remind me of Vahni Capildeo’s wonderful poem ‘Stalker’, ‘He waits / and in me he waits.’ Is the mother in mourning dress or not? If she is, it ratchets up the tension, so much more would depend on the outcome of the exam or audition. It is a study in contrast, black and white, a heavy and diaphanous clothes, girl and mature woman, actual and vicarious experience. The emptiness of the setting forces more attention on the lonely figures, the expanse of bare floorboards is like an empty stage, the vacant part of the bench suggests the previous candidate has already gone before the judges. It is a psychological study that has nothing to do with personality, neither of the women’s faces can be seen. There is something very modern, almost abstract, about the layout of the picture emphasising the overall shapes of the bodies, one square and light, the other dark and triangular.
I had found an image. The question remained how to respond to it.
MARCH PROGRESS REPORT
When Sue Boyle suggested writing inspired by Böcklin’s ‘Isle of the Dead’ as follow-up work I felt duty bound to step up to the challenge. I had recently completed three poems related to paintings by Arthur Horsfall (see February Report) and wanted a change of source material, at least for the time being. I was being offered a ready-made subject without the hard graft and uncertainty of searching for one. Immediately I was faced with a number of dilemmas. Firstly, despite the obviously striking nature of the image, the picture did not particularly appeal to me. Secondly, my instinctive reaction was that it was packed full sexual symbolism. Should I respond to its conscious or subconscious messages or both?
I knew that the picture had been commissioned by a grieving widow and considered addressing a poem to her that began, ‘And did you like your picture Madame Berna? / All you wanted was a dreamy pastoral vision of your husband’s tomb…’ only to discover that she had already seen the unfinished painting in Böcklin’s studio. So much for that idea! Then I became intrigued by the fact that the painting had so many famous and varied admirers including Lenin, Hitler and Freud. Did the image represent a charismatic leader’s ideal monument on an impenetrable rock, towering above the dark waters of humanity and glowing with supernatural light? In Freud’s case, perhaps the picture acted as a constant reminder of his theory that dreams were a gateway to the subconscious. Did the fact that the most famous admirers were powerful men confirm my instinct that the image played into male fantasies or possibly fears?
For a while I considered a two-part poem starting with a monologue in which a psychiatric patient recounts a dream of his own funeral followed by the analyst’s interpretation. Ludicrously ambitious, totally unrealistic and, needless to say, soon abandoned! In the end I settled for a short first person account of a dream as narrated to an unseen analyst leaving the reader to make his/ her own interpretation. It was not until I started to write about the dream that I realised that it was revealing a rather different set of anxieties from the ones I had intended to imply!
FEBRUARY PROGRESS REPORT
Canadian artist Arthur Horsfall (1915 – 1995) was my mother’s cousin. I never met him and, as far as I know, he only visited the UK once in his adult life. His mother (nee Wagstaff) came from Glossop in North Derbyshire and emigrated, together with other siblings, presumably to escape the fate of working in the textile mills that dominated the town at the end of the nineteenth century.
Canada lived up to its reputation as a land of promise for Arthur enabling him to go to Winnipeg School of Art and embark on a thirty year career as a commercial artist. Throughout this time he continued to produce his own work in his spare time. He joined a cooperative of local artists regularly exhibiting work in their own gallery called Subway and eventually he gained enough recognition to take early retirement and concentrate full-time on his own work.
Up to the early 70’s Arthur was best known for his large paintings of Winnipeg streets, often documenting buildings that have since been demolished. These paintings are in a distinctive photo-realist style suggesting that he frequently worked from photographs and postcards.
In 1972 he attended a summer workshop in Banff run by the well-known artist Roy Kiyooka. It proved to be a watershed in his career. Family legend has it that, as he was leaving home, he picked up a book on Magritte and that the course director advised him to put more of his own characteristic humour into his work. What followed was a whole series of surrealist paintings based on iconic Canadian images ranging from The Rockies to The Prairies and cowboys to fire hydrants.
Arthur was very proud of his English heritage and seems to have felt closer to his Wagstaff roots than his Canadian ones. I have letters to my mother in which he jokes about wanting to sign his work in the name of ‘Wagstaff’. He was keen to share his achievements with his English cousins and regularly sent them reviews, photos and prints. I am ashamed to say that the prophet went largely unrecognised by his English family and none of my relatives had the sort of houses that could easily accommodate large surrealist paintings. Interestingly, one of his prints sits quite happily on the wall of my daughter’s south London flat next to work by a local graphic designer who has made a name for himself painting local landmarks using similar techniques and even colours to those Arthur was using almost fifty years ago.
As my project is to respond to works of art it seems like a good opportunity to delve into the family archive and to take a fresh look at Arthur’s work in the hopes of gaining a greater appreciation of his very considerable achievement.
On a recent visit to the Holburne my attention was frequently diverted by the work of Djordje Ozbolt commissioned by the museum and scattered around the collection and grounds. The title of Ozbolt’s exhibition is ‘The Grand Detour’ referring playfully to the fact that many items in the museum were collected by Sir William Holburne during his traditional Grand Tour. Ozbolt’s work relies heavily on puns and word-play as well as such visual jokes as cartoon birds invading traditional portraits and takeaways finding their way into flower paintings. Ozbolt’s use of words like ‘ reply’, ‘response’ and ‘dialogue’ to describe his work raises intriguing questions. A piece of writing that responds to one of his pieces would be a response to a response to an original work. Is such a position valid?
Do Ozbolt’s paintings and sculptures have life of their own, or can they only be understood in relation to the works that inspired them?Should we see his huge technicoloured animals and plants as pieces of modern sculpture or only as comparisons to the tiny, intricately carved netsuke that inspired them? An immediate reaction would probably rate the traditional pieces more highly than the modern ones, but is this fair? Do the oversized modern sculptures invite us to think more carefully about the processes, techniques and materials used in their making? Such contrasts and comparisons fascinate me.
An information sheet states, ‘The exhibition considers what inspires commissions’. What inspires commissions in whom, the commissioners or the artists? Is Ozbolt questioning the nature his commission as well as the objects in the collection?
These are some of the questions buzzing round in my head as I attempt a response to an Ozbolt sculpture.