Reading My Way Around the World

Showing posts with label art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label art. Show all posts

Thursday, 19 September 2019

New Voices of Ireland

Dublin is a cacophony of sound and the most noticeable thing for me are all the different languages and accents you hear walking down the street.   So an exhibition of immigrant artists and connected themes was a perfect end to our day in the city last week.

New Voices of Ireland is run by the Centre for Creative Practice, an organisation in Dublin who facilitate immigrant artists and local artists working with immigrants, helping them integrate into the arts scene in Ireland and helping them get their work out there. 

The opening speaker Ailbhe Murphy, an Irish gay activist, was very eloquent and asked an interesting question about the word immigrant - if we went to work in New York say, would we be immigrants?  Probably not ... We'd more likely just be people who have moved to NY for work.   So why is it different?  in a country who's people have been so badly treated down through the years as emigrants, why are we so bad at welcoming this new wave of people to our shores.

My friend Csilla from Hungary is a poet and film maker writing in English.   She was one of 10 artists selected for this exhibition and it was a very inspirational evening.  Ranging from a play, a monologue, photography, architecture, film, and a very unusual installation of written words, the show was varied and of the highest standard. 

One who really caught my attention was Nicola Anthony who is based in London, and takes stories from refugees and immigrants and turns them into mini works of art - words carved in bronze, put in a bottle with a clock mechanism and sometimes with sound - I found it incredibly moving.

Nasrin Golden  from Iran, takes items from her home and turns them into large scale photographs that  end up resembling Persian carpets - beautiful work. 

She says: "The project uses images from the past, the longed for. However, they are shaped by the experience of cultivating a new identity in the here and now,  mirroring and duplicating in an attempt to replicate the identity of the observed and create the new. Questioning the order of form in the world around us by surrounding our self with perceptions of our own identity." 


Csilla Toldy presented two short film poems about Belfast - the changing view of the city - an outsider looking in.   They're not up on her website yet, but it was interesting seeing what an newcomer sees of our city - I tend to not see the mundane side of it and only view the nice bits, but she very cleverly highlighted the similarities between the two sides of the still divided town.  This is one of her other short film poems.


Unfortunately I didn't get time to view "Still Waiting for the Summer" by the German film makers Barbara Lubich and Michael Sommermeyer, documenting how a musical group made up of people from several different nationalities, challenged the very strong right wing element present in Dresden where they all live.   Well worth watching I'm told.   Over 30% of people in Dresden voted for the right wing Deutschland fur Alles in the last election - a very scary thought.


Wann wird es endlich wieder Sommer / Waiting for the summer's return (Trailer) from hechtfilm - filmproduktion on Vimeo.


All of the pieces presented on the night were very interesting - the other artists were Mirjana Reneduzic an actress from Croatia, Romi Cruanas a theatre director from South America, Leia Mocan who presented several pieces made from recycled waste,  Irish digital artist Joe Ryan who looked at the point when an old building is taken over by a new structure and how it changes the community.

Lots of food for thought.





Thursday, 15 May 2014

How a comment can change your perception

Winter Tunnel David Hockney
I remember seeing an interview with David Hockney a few years back where he talked about the light in a series of paintings he had done of the same point on a Yorkshire road at different times of the year.


Spring Tunnel David Hockney
And what stuck in my mind was his comment that, by far, Summer was the darkest season .... with all the trees fully clothed, festooned with leaves blocking out light from above; while the Winter landscape covered in snow with bare naked trees was full of light.


I rejoice every year with the extra light that comes with summer, but I can't help noticing how dark the green hedges and trees are.

(Photos from Mr Hockney's website)


Have you ever noticed how one comment can change your perspective?





Sunday, 4 August 2013

Everyone can art ....

...so I'm told!


I've been asking my artist friends for years to do a class for adults that involved crayons, plasticine and finger painting - pretend that we're 5 year olds and go on from there ... but I think they all thought I was joking!!!   wouldn't you?!

For years I've been wanting to play with colour- I've bought coloured pencils and crayons and paints and paper, have hoarded bits of stuff that I've collected, even have a shelf in my office dedicated to art supplies that make me smile everytime I look at them ... but I never knew what to do with any of it.   I didn't do art at school - at least not at secondary school, although I can still smell plasticine and crayons from our primary school classroom - so there was some painting done somewhere.  

Then last year, I was feeling really cut off from my music and started following some blogs and plucked up the courage to take an online class and all of a sudden it opened the door for me to play with all my treasures :)   Still no masterpieces, but I'm having so much fun.   And wonder of wonders, I've found my way back to my own world again - a muse has reappeared and I'm finally starting to enjoy my music again  - it was not a nice place to be, hating the thing that makes me what I am.

A huge thank you to these ladies ...

First I fell across the wonderful Alisa Burke and took one of her doodling classes ...
That led me to Liz Lamoureux and her lovely book Inner Excavation - I'm looking forward to spending more time with that this winter.
and that in turn led me to Effy Wild and her fantasmagorical sisterhood of Artists.

You all rock and I'm loving learning from you.

These are my first attempts ...  (at least the ones I'm prepared to show) hahahahahaha ...
Til next time.... :)