Monday 27 June 2011

Is There no Longer a Place for the Miraculous?


Within the suffocating constraints of reality, many find it human nature to desire escape. As children we played, blissfully unaware of our slowly developing knowledge and understanding until ultimately, our innocence evades us and our imagination becomes sparse. The forts and dens we once built dissolve into a battle for the ownership of bricks and mortar. Our outlandish dreams of space travel and adventure are forgotten, tucked away behind our real world as ‘Thoughts unsaid, then forgotten.’[1] We no longer search for the miraculous but we yearn for it. We want a way out.

I am interested in those artists who attempt to find methods of escape and are committed to searching for it. Through art we can publicise our despair and dissatisfaction, emotions can be shown in their rawest form and we can once again express our imagination. I am intrigued by the Romantic Conceptualism movement, where the attributes of romanticism (feelings of alienation, solitude, unfulfilled longing, self-mutilation and melancholia) can charge a Concept,[2] bringing together sentimentality and subjectivity in an unlikely partnership. A luminary of this movement was Bas Jan Ader, who explored romanticism with a sense of irony. His work was always minimalistic, and simple, mostly using himself and the force of gravity as his medium.

Fall 1,’ Bas Jan Ader

Fall 1 shows Ader’s first recorded use of this concept within a film in which he removes his chair from its comfortable position within his house, and took it up onto the roof. He teeters on the edge momentarily before the chair, and Ader, roll down the roof and onto the ground. It is a representation of allowing a greater force to govern him for a fraction of a second; truly experiencing the thrill of life and gaining an element of unadulterated freedom until his body regains contact with solidity and reality. To contextualise this, Ader created ‘Fall 1 when he had settled into his life, holding down a steady pay check, a car and a wife. Within this normality he felt unfulfilled, his piece, ‘The artist as a consumer of extreme comfort,’ uses irony to evidence his discomfort in a privileged position; the reality of which has caused an insatiable restlessness within himself and his practise.

In his film ‘I’m too sad to tell you.’ we experience a close up of Ader weeping, the action feels absolutely genuine, regardless of it being staged for camera. It is important for us to know that he is crying due to grief; there is a reason for his melancholy which he cannot express. The audience can barely speculate as there is no narrative, we are drawn into the isolated concept of sadness, in a similar way to Andy Warhol’s, ‘The kiss,’ which exemplifies the idea of lust. It is strange to describe a piece of work as abstract and personal, theatrical but genuine,[3] however Ader achieves this. The piece is relatable to the audience whilst remaining ambiguous. We are not invited in, and there is no narrative to react to. We are reminded of the loneliness of our individual souls, and our difficulties in expressing emotion. When read alongside ‘Fall 1,’ and ‘the artist as a consumer of extreme comfort,’ Ader’s works feel like allegories for melodrama and melancholia. Whilst Ader, ‘The artist,’ remains as the subject matter, he becomes a symbol of the hopeless romantic, constantly scanning the horizon for the sublime.

At the time of creating these works, Ader was entrenched within the conceptual movement in the heart of America. His work proceeded the writings of Sol Le Hewitt who reduced all sentimentality from his work in favour of rationalising the illogical, ‘It is the objective of the artist who is concerned with conceptual art to make his work mentally interesting to the spectator, and therefore usually would want it to be emotionally dry,’[4] Within this context, Ader’s isolation of the ‘romantic,’ within his work, (including the kitsch aesthetic of pieces such as ‘Farewell to Faraway friends,’ which eludes to novelty postcards of sunset lit seascapes,) subjectifies the emotion, bringing the idea of romance and concept together innovatively. Romantic Conceptualism therefore becomes a possibility.

Farewell to Faraway Friends’ Bas Jan Ader, 1971

Susan Hillier worked parallel to Ader, her piece ‘Dedicated to the Unknown Artists,’ was scorned in its time, embracing the sentimentality of postcards specifically entitled ‘Rough Sea,’ and their kitsch representation of genuine artworks and emotive scenes. She too was misunderstood, accused of mixing pop art with conceptualism.[5] Within popular culture, postcards have become motifs for a more domestic notion of the sublime. Presenting these oversaturated depictions of British bays within a grid-like display, removes them from their original context, exposing their emotional cliché, whilst remaining conceptual. Here we can question the generic nostalgia pinned to them and the authenticity of the idyllic reproductions. Within my own work, I have undergone a battle against sentimentality, with its feminine connotations and twee aesthetics. It is only when sentiment is reduced to its purest form that it can be looked at conceptually. I wish to isolate the theme of escapism, paring the desire down to a minimalistic symbol of ‘an escape.’

‘Dedicated to Unknown Artists’, Susan Hiller, 1972

Within reality, escape and Utopia do not exist. Utopia is a Greek derivative, evolving from the conjunctives oύ, meaning "not" and τόπος meaning "place.” Originally our English word for this was eutopia, again deriving from Greek; it is translated as ‘good place.’ This homophone creates an interesting question, can Utopia exist? If you can escape from your reality, how long does this state of escape last for?

Ader left Holland to ‘find himself’ as an artist in Los Angeles; however the echo of his homeland haunted his practise and his soul. He was forever unsettled, his work was consistently rejected by his Dutch comrades and he found himself continuously hunting for the sublime, an obsession with discovering what lay over the horizon. The ocean and water are often present within his work, the ocean symbolizing the suffering traveller, discovery and solitude. His final piece of work, ‘In Search of the Miraculous,’ epitomized this yearning for fulfilment and escape. He sets sail from Cape Cod, Massachusetts, USA to Lands’ End, Britain in a tiny sailboat named, ‘Ocean Wave,’ returning home to Europe in the same manner as he arrived, objectifying the idea of a tragic romantic hero.

During this piece, Ader vanished at sea, achieving the unspoken desire to escape into myth. [6]The physicality of the ocean results in traceless disappearances, assigning a legendary status to those who cease to exist past the horizon. One matter of extreme importance was the discovery of the book, ‘The Strange Last Voyage of Donald Crowhurst,’ within Ader’s locker. Con man Crowhurst had previously attempted to achieve the impossible by completing a single handed and non-stop round the world boat race. His creation of false diary logs, and fabricated positions in hope of gaining a fraudulent victory were swallowed up by his surroundings and his watery prison sent him insane. Just like Ader, all that was left to evidence his existence was his boat. It leads me to ask, could Ader’s destination ever have been home? He was not searching for the familiar, or for comfort but for the unknown, for the great and divine.

It is the relationship between the familiar and the unknown, reality and fiction which provokes a human desire to search for the miraculous. Through the blurred line between drifting into sleep and remaining fully conscious we can find ourselves in a strange state of being which is still unexplained. It feels familiar, yet it is extraordinary. We float within a zone of sentience rather than full consciousness. The scientific name for this area of being is ‘Hypnagogia,’ a sensation that has been explored by philosophers and scientists over the course of centuries. Within a hypnagogic state we can experience colour flares, nonsensical sentences, floating sensations and cloud like forms known as ‘entoptic lights.[7]’ which swamp our sensory system.

Acquiring this state has become an obsession for many. Brion Gysin’s dreamachine is said to allude to hypnogogia, forming dreamlike afflictions which are ordinarily only possible when falling into slumber. The originally cylindrical dreamachine pulsates light whilst the ‘viewer,’ closes their

eyes - the electrical oscillations triggered within the brain by the pulsations is supposedly similar to the human brain relaxing and drifting off to sleep. The hypnagogic state is, in a sense a collection of sublime physical, auditory and visual sensations, it is greater than us. It is intangible and unknown. It could be described as another state of reality, one that we have found a portal to and one that we cannot remain in.

What fascinates me about this state is the overwhelming intensity of these sensations. We escape from them by opening our eyes and returning to our familiar, comforting reality, which leads me to question ‘Where does the miraculous exist?’ Which, the dream or our reality, is the escape?

Within Ader’s practise, the ‘miraculous,’ was an intangible concept, he placed himself at the mercy of gravity and nature and was consumed by their vastness. ‘While you sleep a person turns inwards, our mind may roam far beyond the physical location of our sleeping bodies. We visit amazing realms, have miraculous experiences and are provided with sudden insights, like this planet keeps us bound to the earth with its gravity, preventing us from getting lost in the infinity of the cosmos.’[8]

This quote from J.A. Ader- Appels, Ader’s mother, is woven within his works. Her own research and studies into gravity influenced Ader greatly, inspiring him to use it as his medium. The moment between composure and falling, embodied his practise. He described this split second as ‘gravity making itself master over me.’ He was succumbing to a greater force. Hypnagogia, gravity and the cosmos exist as unfathomable pulls within the fabric of reality. As we each fall through time, space or consciousness we gain momentary escape from our everyday restrictions and embrace the bends existing within the norm.

The miraculous takes place outside our conscious being, surrounding us, invisible and just out of reach. Yet we can take solace in its existence and in the chance that we too, may fall into it.

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O.Eliasson The Weather Forecast and Now (2001) The Sublime. London: The MIT Press

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Here is Always Somewhere Else (2008) DVD, Rene Daalder, Cult Epics



[1] THOUGHTS UNSAID THEN FORGOTTON,(1973) oil slick, tripod, clamp on lamp, flower, vase. (installation)

[2] J.Heiser, Emotional Rescue, Frieze, available; http://www.frieze.com/issue/article/emotional_rescue/ accessed 2 February 2010

[3] J.Heiser, Emotional Rescue, Frieze, available; http://www.frieze.com/issue/article/emotional_rescue/ accessed 2 February 2010

[4] Sol Le Witt, (1967) ‘Paragraphs on Conceptual Art,' Art Forum,pp79-84

[5] J. Heiser, J.Verwoert with S.Hillier,(2007) Susan Hillier-3512 words, Romantic Conceptualism, pp51-155

[6] Here is Always Somewhere Else, (2008) Rene Daalder, Cult Epics

[8] ,Een Groninger Pastorie in de Storm, Pressure 13,1947

Thursday 28 April 2011

The Unseen Sea

A collision of both my obsessions, the sea and clouds! Only with a difference.


Check this one and 'Steaming City,' on his channel http://www.vimeo.com/user1857500/videos

Wednesday 27 April 2011

Monday 25 April 2011

Cursed Scratch

New Film, an annoying scratch keeps appearing on the optical soundtrack, its driving me insane!

Thursday 21 April 2011

Einsteins Desk

"Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one."

Einsteins genius never ceases to amaze me. I like to look at this picture of his desk, taken shortly before he died and aspire to create my own moments of greatness. Degree show is 4 short weeks away, set up begins in 2 weeks. I am on the brink , yet also a million miles away from completing my work.

Wednesday 20 April 2011

Space's existence within time, or times existence within space.

I like how on occasion, reality can feel completely fake and manipulated. Yet it is real, just truly mindblowing.

Monday 11 April 2011

Hypnagogic Portal


‘While you sleep a person turns inwards, our mind may roam far beyond the physical location of our sleeping bodies. We visit amazing realms, have miraculous experiences and are provided with sudden insights, like this planet keeps us bound to the earth with its gravity, preventing us from getting lost in the infinity of the cosmos.'
J. A Ader Appels

Friday 8 April 2011

Memory box cinema




I have a short within this screening, Jenny Moore is a must see also!

‘I am enveloped within my desire to escape, be it into dream, fantasy or myth. Through the exploration of the romantic, love's kitsch associate, I find solace in the creation of brief portals which sordidly present unreachable realms. I remain unsure of which interests me most, the impossibility of escape, or our search for it.’ (Statement from flyer)



Monday 4 April 2011

Susan Hiller

Despite my disdain in plugging the Tate, the Susan Hiller exhibition is a must see. Her approach to conceptualism touches upon the sentimental whilst remaining methodical and subjective. 'Witness,' as shown above, immerses the viewer within a sea of language, pitch and tone creating a space filled with collective experience as the speakers emit individual recollections of UFO sightings. I'm interested in Hiller's thoughts on sound recordings as presences which exist forever, allowing the dead to speak to us from the hereafter. The evocative feeling of being enveloped within this area of sentinent is spiritual and transporting, what is unknown? the paranormal? language? dream?

What happens hereafter?

Worth visiting if you are in London. Even with the Tate price tag.

Friday 1 April 2011

Experimenting with a 'flatbed' audience

Contextually, artists such as Len Lye, Thad Povey and Stephanie Maxwell have been painting onto and scratching into film, creating psycadellic dreamscapes using colours and shapes worked into found, or self shot 16mm film. The effect is a surreal comulgation of movement, colour and line which can be quite mesmerizing. I am interested in installing my own experimental film as a ceiling projection, I feel confident that the quality of the film will become transportational when the audience lies directly beneath it. The abstract nature of the ‘clouds,’ is effectively a simulation of a memory or dream which I hope to embed within the audiences sub conscious, I am asking them to step into this portal and momentarily escape.





Tuesday 15 March 2011

Searching for a place

I have been absent from this blog for a long time, placing me all the way in third year now. I'm currently 7 working weeks away from my degree show, the very thought igniting the fear of god into myself and my peers. I originally started this blog as a kind of visible process from the beginning to end of my degree, hopefully highlighting successes and failures, areas of research and exploring my practise in a slightly more public sense. Unfortunately I pushed this blog to the side and now when I am in dire need of all the above I can't turn to this address for help. I decided it was important for me to begin placing some past and current work up here once again, in order to re establish my position which is currently feeling a little confused.

To describe all the happenings since the beginning of this university year would be impossible, one of the most significant 'happening,' would be my discovery of 16mm film, a medium which has completely seduced my romantic side and has had me sat with metres and metres of film trying to make sense of it all. Here is my first ever 16mm film, developed and processed myself. I projected this onto a false ceiling using a mirror and placed a bed beneath it.


The obscured vision gained by this work is due to a slipped lens hood, admittedly this was entirely accidental however the effect was really quite poetic within the context it was installed in. The film looks to be a vision seen from behind eyelids, producing questions about reality and dream. However at this point I was having to manually feed the film through the elf projector, which is completely absurd in any exhibition circumstance, so this led me to research possibilities in looping the film.
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