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From Whitecross Street to Falmouth Harbour & Back Again!

Thursday, May 14th, 2009

Reader let me take you by the hand to Whitecross Street… are the words with which nineteenth-century writer George Gissing begins his first novel Workers of the Dawn. In Gissing’s time Whitecross Street was synonymous with poverty but now it boasts art galleries and a regular farmer’s market. Just down the road is the site that provided Gissing with the title of another novel New Grub Street. Today this road stops dead where it hits the Barbican complex and what is left of it is called Milton Street. Grub Street was once the favoured home of London’s hack journalists and other impoverished writers; it was originally called Grope Cunt Street because of the broken down prostitutes who plied their trade within it. Nearby lie the sites of the notorious Jack The Ripper murders, the graves of William Blake and Daniel Defoe, and an art scene that thrived in the 1990s and is now dying on its feet. Mostly the northern and eastern edges of the City of London are gentrified but there are still notoriously ‘dangerous’ areas such as Murray Grove….

All of which goes to show that whenever I spend time away from London, my thoughts fix firmly on the city in which I was born. I’ve just been staying at The Grove Hotel in Grove Place, Falmouth. My room was rather too traditional for my taste; it had embossed pale yellow wallpaper, dark furniture and a print of a country landscape with a river and a bridge above the bed. For my comfort, the bed had ‘been fitted with a revolutionary Tempur memory foam mattress which experts recommend saying that as it moulds to the body it produces the best conditions for a good nights sleep.’ The service was friendly and the breakfast good.

On Tuesday, 12 May, 2009 I gave a lecture for Exeter University at The Old Chapel on the out of town Tremough Campus. The promotional blurb for this ran as follows: “Taking up from the network of 1990s humorous anti-capitalist groups covered in my book Mind Invaders, would it make sense today to form a Falmouth Psychogeographical Society, or revive the Kernow branch of the Association of Autonomous Astronauts? Has the currently active and London based International Necronautical Society moved the work of these earlier groups forwards, or has it reversed into antiquated literary and philosophical positions? So by looking at these groups and their relationship to the historic avant-garde, I’d like to shift towards seeing what a new group based in Cornwall might look like…”

The following day I ran a workshop on Network Platforms and Collaboration at the Woodlane Campus of Falmouth College of Art. This was billed as: “Taking forward the ways in which I’ve been working collaboratively on the web. The starting point is the “Tree Sex Girl Network” developed in 2007 with Paolo Cirio and Tatiana Bazzichelli, which was hosted via MySpace profiles and YouTube videos and was an entirely fake network of “bot girls” who claimed they liked making love to trees and listening to breakbeat. As part of the workshop we will produce blueprints (using video, photography and texts) for some new fake social networking profiles and critically reconsider the project’s characteristics.

After everyone had talked through their various experiences with Web 2.0, we collectively decided to make profiles for the unborn babies of celebrity mothers, so that the foetus could find its own voice online! You can now view these profiles live at a social networking site near you! Although some of the tree sex girl material placed online is no longer available, if you want to check it out try the following addresses:

www.myspace.com/forest_frottage

www.myspace.com/roxyporn

www.myspace.com/alexlovetrees

www.myspace.com/selenelovetrees

www.myspace.com/fucktrees

I didn’t meet any tree sex girls during my trip to Cornwall, although I did get to spend some time with the legendary Nigel Ayers of Nocturnal Emissions. There was also much merriment with Alex Murray, Kate Southworth, Magdalena Tyzlik-Carver and many others. A couple of bars have opened in Falmouth since I last visited the town, and both these new ventures – The Town House and The Tap Room – boast reasonably modern decor and a friendly atmosphere. I also spent time in The Steam Packet which I’d not visited before, and reacquainted myself with several other drinking establishments. Since my last sojourn to Cornwall, Woolworths had closed down but otherwise Falmouth seemed pretty timeless. It’s a nice place to visit but personally I much prefer living in London….

And while you’re at it don’t forget to check – www. stewarthomesociety.org – you know it makes (no) sense!

Regina José Galindo & the dematerialisation of the live artist 1999-2009

Monday, February 2nd, 2009

Regina José Galindo is a 34 year-old artist from Guatemala City and the major retrospective of her work that opened this weekend at Modern Art Oxford (AKA Oxford MOMA and Madam Mao’s) entitled The Body Of Others is stunning. The large upper gallery contains 3 video works: I’ll Shout It To The Wind (1999), Who Can Erase The Traces (2003) and The Fashionable Cut (2005). In the first, Galindo hangs by a harness from an arch in the centre of Guatemala City and is filmed literally shouting her poems to the wind; as she does so she drops sheets of her poetry and the crowd beneath her scramble after the paper thinking it might be money, since this is an area used for illegal currency exchanges. Who Can Erase The Traces is the piece that broke Galindo internationally, in it she walks from the Constitutional Palace across Guatemala City to the National Palace, stepping every so often into a bowl of human blood so that she leaves a  trail of red footprints behind her. The final video in the first gallery shows Venezuelan plastic surgeon Billi Spence using a marker pen to indicate how a beauty industry professional would ‘improve’ Galindo’s body The Fashionable Cut is one of a number of works in which Galindo presents the viewer with a problematic eroticisation of her nude body. She appears in this piece as an attractive and very young looking 30 year-old, but it is simultaneously a document of what is supposedly physically wrong with her from the perspective of popular contemporary body aesthetics.

Galindo has a background in advertising and it was only a couple of years ago that she was able to give up copy-writing and become a full-time professional artist. What Galindo has taken from advertising is the practice of distilling sets of ideas and experiences into a single image; she uses this process to raise social issues but in a poetic form. The result is neither activism nor advertising because Galindo does not provide solutions to the problems she raises. If Andy Warhol were still alive he’d be both fascinated and mesmerised by her because she combines an insider knowledge of advertising industry practices with YouTube aesthetics. Galindo does not employ a regular cameraman and her work does not have the slick finish we associate with so much of the video art produced in the overdeveloped world. Instead she will hand a camera to anyone who is available to record what she’s doing and much of the resultant footage is extremely rough, with some of her films suffering very badly from camera shake. This is a deliberate choice, one Galindo has made because she does not want the poetic core of her work obscured by an unnecessarily smooth finish.

The upper gallery at Madam Mao’s is spacious and the huge screens onto which Galindo’s works are projected use the space to great effect. The Fashionable Cut is silent, the other two films feature soundtracks of incidental street noises with the volume on both turned up so that they blend into each other. By this means a pleasing tension is created between the clean space and the chaotic camerawork and street sounds. This is a very slick piece of installation that deploys films which have been distributed in part on the internet (including via platforms such as YouTube) fantastically well on a monumental scale in a gallery setting.

The middle gallery is dominated by photo documentation. Angelina (2001) consists of 31 pictures each documenting a consecutive day on which Galindo dressed as a domestic servant. This was done to test public reaction to someone pursuing activities that might be considered unusual for a person of this station. Survival Skills Course For Men & Women Preparing To Travel To The United States (2008) is a video documenting ten people learning skills that will aid illegal entry into the wealthiest economy in the Americas. America’s Family Prison (2008) features Galindo and her family living in the type of cell in which illegal immigrants into the US are detained, and a photograph of this architectural structure. Finally there are two versions of The Conquest- Scalp (2009), a hand-crafted wig and a photograph of a similar item, one made from the hair of indigenous Guatemalan women and the other from hair sourced in southern India. Again the crisp and spare installation shows the work to best advantage.

The Piper Gallery features five further films, four of which are shown on Sony Cube monitors. Confession (2007) records a volunteer Spanish nightclub bouncer repeatedly pushing Galindo’s head into a barrel of water. The volunteer becomes extremely enthusiastic about the role he is playing, to the extent of ignoring an agreed stop signal and as an improvised addition to the scripted performance shoving Galindo across the room into a pile of wood. Amir Shakouri of La Caja Blanca, where this performance was staged, told me the audience directed their anger about the violence of the action towards Galindo rather than at the bouncer who’d overstepped the limits set down for this piece. I don’t find this particularly surprising, since art lovers often credit cultural practitioners with a level of agency they do not in fact possess, and when someone like Galindo exposes the fact that artists are every bit as constrained by capitalist social relations as anyone else, culture vultures tend to become enraged about having their illusions shattered.

Why Are They Still Free? (2006) depicts Galindo in the eighth month of pregnancy positioned on a bed in the way the Guatemalan army prepared pregnant indigenous women for gang rape; in this piece Galindo is restrained by umbilical cords. Social Cleansing (2006) shows Galindo being hosed down with highly pressurised water, something I vividly remember seeing done to rough sleepers in London in the 1970s; it forced them to move on and given the cold climate was likely to compromise the health of this vulnerable group, potentially fatally. XX – II (2007) documents workmen hired by Galindo placing tombstones on unmarked graves in Guatemala City. At the back of the exhibition space is a large screen onto which Identification Of A Body (2008) is projected. In the film Galindo lies heavily anesthetised with a sheet draped over her body, the audience lift the covering as if they were going to identify a corpse. This video is far slicker than anything else in the exhibition, and  some of the shots within it even bear a striking resemblance European Renaissance painting. It is thus shocking proof that Galindo’s trademark slacker aesthetic is a matter of conscious choice.

Not quite a part of the exhibition, and hidden away next to the Madam Mao’s reception desk, is Breaking The Ice (2008). This is a video of a performance in Oslo for which Galindo sat naked in a cold room with clothes laid out next to her, waiting for the audience to dress her. Before the Madam Mao’s opening, Galindo gave an anti-performance called Warm Up (2009). Those attending were made to queue before being admitted into an over-heated room; Galindo was not present and the work consisted of the audience reaction to this. This anti-action was followed by a talk during which Galindo’s frustration with the tendency of European audiences to exoticise her work was greeted with incomprehension by many of those listening; and this was particularly noticeable when Galindo stated that the reason she documented her activities was so that she could live from the sale of her photographs and videos (rather than starving or having to return to her former employment in the advertising industry). Tate curator Gabriela Salgado made a passionate intervention during the Q & A at the end, and this brought forth thanks from Galindo.

Listening to Galindo speak both during the talk and later in the more intimate setting of the Madam Mao’s cafe, I was very much struck by the way her work was shifting away from its initial focus on her own body, to an ever increasing emphasis on the manipulation of her audience. Indeed, as was the case in Oxford, Galindo no longer needs to be physically present for her live actions to be realised. It was also interesting to see just how small Galindo is in person, I’d guess around 4 feet 10 inches, I hadn’t realised she was this tiny from watching her videos. That said, Galindo has a larger than life personality and this is the most exciting exhibition I’ve seen at Madam Mao’s since the Gustav Metzger retrospective a decade ago (back in the days when the venue was still calling itself the Oxford Museum of Modern Art). So if you find yourself anywhere near Oxford, do yourself a favour and go check this one out. Regina José Galindo: The Body Of Others at Modern Art Oxford (MAO) runs from 31 January to 29 March 2009. Galindo’s Oxford performance and talk took place on 30 January 2009.

And while you’re at it don’t forget to check – www.stewarthomesociety.org – you know it makes (no) sense!

Newsflash for T-Mobile: gimmie some quids capitalist scum….

Thursday, January 15th, 2009

As I was making my way through Liverpool Street Station this morning, several hundred people were dancing on the main concourse…. it could  have been a flash mob but it wasn’t… for those who don’t know, a flash mob is a large group of people who assemble suddenly in a public place, perform an unusual action for a brief time, then disperse… It turned out a T-Mobile ad was being filmed. By lunchtime there were reports of this stage-managed media event in the British national press:

“There are many ways to kill time while waiting for your train – read a paper, grab a sandwich . . . break into a synchronised dance?

“It certainly got the attention of commuters at Liverpool Street Station, as 400 strangers – including tourists and Underground staff – suddenly leaped into action, busting out a co-ordinated mix of hip-hop, disco and ballroom moves right in the middle of the London station.

“The dance was an example of ‘flash mob’, which occurs when people arrange to meet at a certain place and time to carry out a quirky action, before disbanding minutes later.

“Flash mobbing is seen as an anarchic, freedom-of-expression act, although this one was organised by T-Mobile for an advert which will debut on Channel 4 and YouTube tomorrow.”

This definitely wasn’t a flash mob because the filming was still going on when I returned to Liverpool Street station an hour later. Coming back I noticed a sign that claimed if I went into the area being used to fabricate the ad, I had consented to being filmed… Not so, since I hadn’t seen this sign until after I’d been through the station once, and besides which not everybody can read English… Liverpool Street station is a public space and a lot of people have no choice about using it if they need to catch the tube or an overground train. Therefore I’m using this blog to notify T-Mobile that I have not given my consent to appearing in their advert. If T-Mobile want to use footage that shows me I expect to be paid: I want a 1K (a grand, £1000) for every second or fraction of a second used that shows me from any angle (including my back)….. and a further 1K per day for every day after tomorrow in which the advert is either shown on TV or left up on YouTube or used in any other public way.

The production of adverts such as this around London often pisses me off. A few years ago I was making my way back home around midnight and was grabbed by some guys who told me they were filming a car advert and I wasn’t allowed to walk where I was headed. I told them I lived in the block of flats they were trying to prevent me from approaching and that they could fuck off. The wankers who’d manhandled me had to stop filming while I went into the block. Advertising, it’s the antithesis of a groove sensation!

And while you’re at it don’t forget to check – http://www.stewarthomesociety.org/ – you know it makes (no) sense!