Winfield House

Cultural and diplomatic jaunts seem to be a new addition to the NPG’s Youth Forum agenda, kicking off with a recent trip on the 22^nd of February to the American Ambassadorial residency in Regents Park. This visit to Winfield house, the reception of President Obama’s 2009 UK visit was a chance for the galleries young representatives to not only view the stunning American  abstract expressionism centred  collection at Winfield house but to experience an intimate meeting with Marjorie Susman, exchanging views and ideas on the art and the Youth Forum’s projects.                                                 

While the members may have appeared slightly overwhelmed, swamped in their Youth Forum t-shirts, they had the chance to intimately view work from Jasper Johns, Claes Oldenburg and Cy Twombly – to name a few of the stellar artists displayed. The house has the duality as functioning as a public space and a private residence, meaning this 20^th Century artwork was integrated in a domestic setting, giving a fresh and startling contrast between post war art and the luxurious decor. The prospect of meeting such a member of high American society teamed with the experience to view some of America’s most prolific art work certainly stunned the members. The bold and subjective work meant this house, however, which could be construed as intimidating and highly refined, was broken down into a relatable and open space. The sight of Oldenburg’s and van Bruggens ‘Tied Trumpet’, a bright and intriguing sculpture whose curved yellow tentacles bounded violently off the fine drapery, was a bizarre but oddly dynamic presentation of art. The Youth Forum was guided around the plush settings, being personally introduced  to works such as ‘Spider’, a miniature of the glorious Louise Bourgeois arachnid sculpture, and Mark Rothko’s simplistic and atmospheric ‘Orange and Tan’. Marjorie Susman herself had an in-depth and sympathetic voice to offer up these pieces with, personally seasoning the talk with anecdotes such as being invited back to the home of a notable American art dealer and being allowed to leave with whatever work she desired!                                                                                                                                                                                               The tour was an incredible experience, not only for the chance to meet such a fantastic art collector and view the art work, but it gave the opportunity to see a display of art outside of a formal gallery. As the ‘children’ of the National Portrait Gallery, the Forum realised the difficulty of curating as Ms Susman told us the difficult process of selecting art that was appropriate, engaging and reflective of America’s modern artistry. Many thanks to Ms Susman, who was the perfect cultured host, whom we credited with a prestigious oversized Youth Forum t-shirt as a token of our appreciation. 

Astronaut Art

Alan Bean was one of the first four men on the moon but in his retirement he has turned to more creative pursuits, painting astronauts and space art. But it is patronising to reduce them down into these terms. Alan Bean uses his own lunar tools, ones which have scraped the surface of the moon, to recreate the craggy alien surfaces that his paintings are built upon. Using a pick axe employed to take samples of the moons surface and the moon boots he wore on the moon, he has carved and sculpted the canvases to give a rugged geographical texture – creating a footprint painting or an almost acrylic rubbing on the moon. It’s as if the lunar surface itself has been excavated to find these images.

            This personal experience may seem cliché somehow, even using his moon boots is a bit too nostalgically sickly, but his art is wholly original in the process. Bean has a one up on any space artists because he turns his canvases not only into sympathetic depictions of the loneliness and intrigue of space, but scientific reports with collected evidence. This contrast between the logical and emotional shows how the emotion of seeing alien surroundings could possibly override the reason of visiting the environment in the first place.

            The three dimensional qualities of these pieces give them a spooky resonance, a poignant depiction of isolation and discovery. The darker tones, inky blues and creepy greys, build up the ominous feel contrasted with the startling white of the explorer’s suits. A contradiction of a material honed on earth and the dusty natural surface is highlighted by this colour disparity. At face value, these paintings are stunning enough, capturing the audience with the mysterious flare of the astronaut’s helmet and the suggestive darkness of space. When you look deeper, realising that all these paintings have minute amounts of moon dust in them, have stamps of moon boots which has graced the surface the moon, they suddenly gain a deeper quality. These stamps of lunar life give deeper insight into activity on the moon than any satellite picture could.

Realism with a cause.

While i cannot dismiss the stunning and painstaking modern movement of hyper realism - whether in sculptures from Quinn and Mueck or painting from Hennessy, i frankly do not like it. The skill is amazing, the overall effect astounding but i feel that sometimes in hyperrealism a sense of the artist is lost. Their own style is secondary to the dedicated rendering of the sitter. However, the work of Anthony Williams i found just about borders onto realism in a terrifically endearing manner. His intense detail, heightened by the small delicate brush strokes, gives equal attention to colour and tone - creating a patchwork affect of all colored strands. His work may appear to be general portraits but his subtly and endearing detail tells a greater story - a worse for wear woman, a deeply scarred man, an awkward family potrait of father and sons. His work alludes to the hyper realism with the prodecure - he uses egg tempera which is incredbily time consuming and tricky to perfect. The scratches he does use build the face up in a gentle and poignant manner, giving each piece a honest tired look. Just glancing at these pieces i feel a sigh of relief for the sitters who are almost exhaling their burdens through the gentle resonance. The layering is detailed however, the colour usage vast but subtle as all stroke lie together to build the curvature of the faces. Here Williams doesn't rely on a brass message, shock factor or novelty, he merely uses the gentle strokes of his brush to create relatable but sympathetic portraits of regular men and women.

Self mutilation or art?

Many of you would of seen, perhaps through your hands covering your face, Marc Quinn's blood head. 

A trip to the doctors is a nuisance for many of us, dolefully waiting in a stagnant sitting area, surrounded by the ill and partially living dead. The cold touch of a stethoscope is bearable, an awkward discussion about personal issues, not so. But one heavily disregarded task to delegate is a blood test. Using a hypodermic needle to suck out your own raw fluid to be taken away and tested on. Imagine, however, if you chose to have this blood removed. Routinely and voluntarily drawing out your own cells. Knowing that the smarting stinging sensation which is far too close to your major arteries for comfort was your decision, this foreign object drawing out your precious red plasma was just a fresh idea for your new art project. This is the self sacrifice or perhaps hypochondriac martyrdom that Marc Quinn set out on in 1991 and has continued up until now in his series of blood filled sculptures named ‘Self’.

  Any artist will understand the credentials necessary in order to produce a viable piece of work: dedication, effort and time with a dose of creativity. 4.5L was removed from this artists body to create a mould of his own face. Over a period of five months this total of liquid would be removed in order to shape and freeze for each of the  four sculptures he had fashioned. Usually only half a litre is taken in blood donations before waiting 16 weeks to take more.   A 2.5L loss  is enough to induce death and 4.5L is the average total amount in a human’s body. Quinn has created a doppelganger.  While some may call this glorified self mutilation, Quinn certainly reaches the dedicated goal and ticks time as well -  since 1991 he has made a sculpture every five years and plans to keep doing so – this year will be the birth of his next bloody head.

Aside from its gory and horrifically enthralling appeal, it must be seen as what it is – art. Rugged and imperfect, it translates the flawed aestetic quality of something natural with the most biological medium possible. One may recoil from the porous skin, the unsightly features and even frown at the messy craftsman’s ship leaving such craggy edges but this just highlights one of its messages: the pointless nature of beauty. How can one judge the pleasing aesthetic quality of this piece when it’s made from such a wondrous material, the liquid of life. It however offers a paradox, a piece which essentially hails the vitality of life, a homage to the versatility to that which courses through our veins . But the  series ‘self’ tracks Quinn’s own ageing and deterioration – the sagging of his jowls as the process he seems to appreciate slowly takes his life. However, Quinn himself confessed this lack of accuracy that ‘five sculptures could be done in one day and they’d all look different’. Perhaps it is this ambiguity between the younger the older, the indistinguishable manner which brings them together – a timeline of life and blood, equal in form and regardless of appearance. The sculptures themselves, which came together in 2009 in an haemoglobin frenzy, must be kept in a temperature controlled column in order to retain their original quality. Switched off, they could become a mass of blood and disappointment. Quinn here shows the fragility of his art and indeed life. His sculpture is kept on life-support, tentatively clinging to its solid form. But while the desire is the keep it refrigerated, preserve the hard work and toil of them there is an opposite pull – for the true form of blood to be restored, to see it rush and flow. But the irony is, these pieces of life and hope, are already dead. Frozen blood, without the tricky chemical and time pressured practices used in transfusions, is useless. This liquid of life, is inactive. For a piece evaluated at £350 000, it’s almost in limbo – liquid gold hovered over a drain. Its state is even threatened with the freezer on, the first piece in 1991 is older, a decaying colour of mild orange compared to the crimson of his 2006 piece. But here, Quinn has brought his own immortality into the question, showing life in the balance and you can almost hear a satirical chuckle at the expense of the economics of art.

And you thought fur coats were bad?

A shimmering taupe grey fish, most of its scaled exterior cloaked in mottled feathers, is proudly balanced on two equally ashen chicken legs. Encapsulated in the shadowy black and white print, this is another of Michiko Kon’s enthralling images. His mixed media compositions– consisting of ‘recycled’ materials such as bones, feathers, flowers and dead animal portions – formed his contribution to the ‘Imag(in)ing the West’ exhibition. Asia and the West fuse together in the graphic display to create an awkward mutation of exploitation and fashion. Shrimp studded high heels; fish tail embellished hats and clawed jackets form the shocking evidence of his message – how humans misuse and abuse animals in order to sustain their own requirements. A coat, adorned with limply strung chicken claws and rotted roses, is just another example of Kon’s sombre work. Crude but fascinating, Kon perplexes the viewer with a visually stimulating but morally bizarre piece – only strengthening the significance of animal mistreatment and commercialisation. Rather than confronting you with a bold and dynamic sculpture, Kon is slightly more reserved. His ‘still death’ images are ensnared within greyscale prints which gives them a fake mercantile quality, again supporting his rebellious design, but leaves me yearning something more rather than a flat image which has so much emotional potential as a sculpture. The photographs echo pieces by Robert Rauschenberg, such as ‘Monogram’ and ‘Canyon’ (below) though they lack the bold colourful element. However, Kon cannot even be faulted for this as perhaps if he attempted to force these stunningly gauche pieces into 3D he could risk trivialising his idea – which is already powerfully emblazoned in these dramatic ‘organic’ photos.

Eating Disorder Art

Maria Raquel Cochez' art is shocking, invasive and downright degrading in every way. But oh so perfectly. One of her installations involves the visitors to be weighed, labeled and fed then shamed which giant neon sighs proclaiming FAT IS SHAME. In a world where our exterior is our main credentials, Cochez shows with stunningly clear perception the obsession that we and her have. I interpreted this, personally, as eating disorder art.  The instillation was a cruel but meaningful piece, combining art with social experimentation to unpick taboos which can build up sufferers of eating disorders into the isolation that characterises the disease.

While Cochez' instillation is shrewd and original it could leave some doubting her prowess as an artist. Do not be fooled. Her paintings are just as stunning and engaging - covering focuses of food, from binging to children eating. They look like crude snap shops of a undercover mental health nurse, capturing a bulimic or binge eating in the midst of their shameful act. The cramped claustrophobic view point teamed with the washed out lighting which leaves the figure under scrutiny makes you feel like an awkward invader. The revealing quality of these paintings is what makes them so powerful and shocking. Even  the aversive eye contact which shows shame and the depth of the obsession adds to the invasive nature.

As subject matter, it is a touching and painful study of those who are consumed by their consumption but also is surprisingly realistic. The subtle and soft skin tones contrast perfectly with the harsh lighting but remains believable, as if viewing a hidden photo. The shadows, dark and offensive, are scarce and deep - setting the scene for a midnight binge.

I am very excited by this artist, check her out!!

Competition Update

After a painful ceremony which included my dad shuffling around, taking too many photos, commenting innapropriately on everything, being a general fool and people looking at my sculpture with question and fear in their eyes - i won!


Okay it was only my catagory of 15-16 but first place, i believe, is still first place. And the fifty pound check was quite endearing, which i have already spent on vintage jewellery to remind myself that if i am not lazy and foolish i can do okay.


More art shizzle soon!