Up at the Tate on Saturday to see an exhibition by Patrick Caulfield. The main entrance is closed for some reason and so I entered through the side and Caulfield’s stuff was in a nearby gallery. Colourful but with a very limited pallet. Slabs of colour. Little tonality. Cartoon like and yet, the representation of light is very effective. Interesting to see that this stuff was painted in the 1970s. The Caulfield ticket also got me in to see Gary Hume. Wasn’t struck by his stuff at the time.
Then up the stairs, searching for the main hall which I have meandered around many times often encountering wonders. I recall seeing a work by Anish Kapoor. A block of rock with a gaping dark hole so dark that it seemed to disappear into another universe. I remember once leaving a little spherical geode in a crevice in Umberto Boccioni’s fantastic Unique Form Of Continuity In Space hoping that it would be considered part of the sculpture by the gallery staff and stay with it. Sadly, when I saw the piece again in New York some years later, it had gone.
As I entered the main hall I was impressed as usual by it’s fantastic solidarity. The high walls and light entering from the top gave one the feeling of entering a giant box. Which I was. To my surprise the hall was empty. Which in itself was interesting. A chance to appreciate the space itself but there was a sound like pushing a vase across a granite table. A low rumble. And further down, an enormous screen.
Projected onto the screen was a view of the hall from high up. Near the ceiling. A moving picture. A film. Slowly and relentlessly, as if on invisible rails, the camera tracked down to the floor and circled systematically around to an art work, a machine gun. Then on up high to a corner, then around and down to another exhibit. I watched entranced. The camera moved around the gallery so freely that I wondered whether this was a computer generated render. The result of a digitsied 3D model where the camera can be placed anywhere. As the camera zoomed in on a statue hanging in free space I thought this must be the case.
A conversation with one of the staff convinced me that this was filmed. A special “motion control camera” on an arm like device had been brought in at night. The hanging art works were indeed CGI but digital replicas of works that had previously been exhibited in Tate Britain. The film was entitled Phantom Ride by Simon Starling. Fantastic!
Then wandered into a side gallery and encountered Epstein’s ‘Jacob and the Angel‘. The blurb read something about Jacob struggling against an unknown enemy (in reality God) and an angel blessing Jacob for not giving up the struggle. Always uplifting and it occurred to me that some art works become like old friends. We meet them and are enthralled then part. Years or decades may pass and then one day, on a whim, we visit a gallery and they are there waiting for us and how they’ve changed. How we greet them with renewed interest.
Further on, I think in the BP Walkthrough of British Art, I came across Barbara Hepworth’s Pelagos. A ball of wood carved out to imply wave like motion. Excellent stuff. One of Bridget Riley’s too. Can’t remember which. Swirling coloured lines. A quick glance in the Constable room, must have a proper look at that one day, then out. Worth a visit just for the film.

































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It’s a mad, mad, mad, mad world by Dr. Iain McGilchrist
Tags: Big Ideas, Divided Brain, Iain McGilchrist, left hemisphere, Making of the Western World, Master and His Emissary, psychology, right hemisphere, society, the bells
In this excellent TVO video Dr. Iain McGilchrist discusses his take on psychology, speculates that many psychological disorders may be due to problems with the right hemisphere of the human brain and suggests that this may be associated with the way we now live. He ends by describing a world in which the left hemisphere dominates (51:53):
Loss of the broader picture…..knowledge would become replaced by information, tokens or representations…wisdom lost all together…..loss of concepts of skill and judgment as too vague…..instead…algorithms., procedures and constant need for verification…things would become more abstract….matter would be just mere matter……spend a lot of time in our heads…. bureaucracy would have a field day…..need for procedures that are known…..anonymity….predictability, explicit abstraction….loss of sense of uniqueness……quantity not quality..….reasonableness would be replaced by rationality…..failure of common sense…..maximize utility….loss of social cohesion….a lot of paranoia…need for total control…..CCTV and monitoring at all times……anger and aggression…..would become ….predominant…..see ourselves……as victims…….art would become conceptual….music would be reduced to little more than rhythm………language would become diffuse and lacking in concrete reference……..undercutting of the sense of wonder……tied down by a network of small complicated rules…….no longer rely on tacit implicit understanding and trust….all this would be accompanied by a dangerous unwarranted optimism.
Dr. Iain McGilchrist then says: “if that rings any bells?”
Rings any bells?!!! I feel like the The Hunchback of Notre-Dame.
It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World
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