In another country, England, London, the Barbican, a simpler approach applies. And only to one pedestrian:
Saturday, May 20, 2017
Wednesday, May 17, 2017
Tuesday, May 16, 2017
FIRE WALKING
Last weekend I went for a walk in the Big Morongo Canyon Preserve, a
couple of hours from Los Angeles, 25,000 plus acres
of desert, though because of snowmelt and underground water parts of it are
marsh, wetland, and riparian forest. It’s not far from Joshua Tree National
Park, but Morongo receives a couple of million fewer visitors per year, which
some of us think is a definite advantage.
I’d been there once before, and if you’d asked me when that was, I’d
have said just a few years back, but a little research reveals that it was over
a decade ago in 2006.
At the time I was a great desert enthusiast but a bit new to the game
(I’d only recently moved to California) and in many ways I was naïve about the
desert. I found the Morongo Preserve a bit tame and well-groomed with its
designated trails and its boardwalks across the marshland. Back then I wanted every walk in the desert to
be some great, wild, cosmic expedition of self-discovery. I’ve lightened up a lot since then.
2006 was an “interesting” year to visit. In June 2005 there had been a serious fire
that started in a house in the unincorporated community of Morongo Valley. It’s known as the Paradise Fire because the
house was in Paradise Avenue; the fire destroyed half a
dozen homes and 6,000 acres of the Preserve.
At its worst it looked like
this (photo from Friends of Morongo):
Volunteers
rallied round and some trails reopened within a few weeks of the fire, though
it wasn’t till March 2006 that all of the trails were open again. And in October of that year, I sauntered
along.
As you see in the pictures I took at the time (above and below), there
was still plenty of evidence of the blaze, and some startling contrasts between
the burned, blackened trees and the new
growth. According to the Preserve’s website
there were signs of growth within a week of the fire being extinguished.
Big Morongo Canyon Preserve is one of those places
where they let nature take its course, as far as they can, and so the old
burned trees are still there today, sometimes with exuberant new growth all
around them, and the effect is even more startling than it was over ten years
ago; like this Giacometti-style burned tree:
And here – and I didn’t realize I’d photographed it
before until I got home and checked the archive – are two photographs of the
same dead tree taken a decade or so apart.
The tree is still dead, of course, it’s lost some of its extremities,
but it’s still standing, looking resolute and noble (and anthropomorphic), right
next to the boardwalk where hikers pass all the time, You can pick your own
metaphors out of that one.
Then |
Now |
Wednesday, May 10, 2017
LONG DAY’S JOURNEY INTO ICELAND
My Richard Long post brought up a couple of things. First, Steve Duffy reminds me (and I probably
shouldn’t have needed reminding) of Bill Drummond’s Iceland/Richard Long adventures. If the story is to be believed, and with Bill
Drummond it may not be, in 1970 he and his sister tried,
but failed, to walk the length of Iceland, North to South. I’m not sure exactly what route they intended
to take, but whichever way they went would have been 550 plus kilometers, and
he was only 17 years old at the time, so failure was perhaps to be expected.
In 1970, Richard Long would have been 25 years
old and had already done a certain amount of walking and art making – A Line Made By Walking is from 1967, but
he wasn’t a household word, even the artiest of households. A Line
Made By Walking looks like this:
In 1994
Long successfully walked the length of Iceland, taking the same route that Drummond
had attempted: Drummond is the source of that bit of information, and I assume
Long had never heard of Drummond or his failed walking expedition.
During that Icelandic walk, and afterwards,
Long created works inspired by the trip, including a photography and text piece
called A Smell Of Sulphur In The Wind. It looks (or I suppose looked – since we have
to use the past tense) like this:
In 1995 Drummond bought the work for $20,000 (the
price was in dollars since that’s the international art currency), but three 3
years later he’d gone off it, so he tried to sell it for what he’d paid – and couldn’t
find a buyer. Well, there is such a thing as a gallery
mark-up.
Ever the provocateur, in 2001 when he published
and publicized his book How To Be An
Artist, Drummond tried to sell the work again, this time by cutting it up into
20,000 separate numbered segments (each one approximately 10mm x 4mm) and
selling them for $1 each. You can still
buy them for that price at Drummond live events, or you can buy them online, via
a third party, for five quid a time, the extra money covering “administration
and registration.”
Once the last segment’s been sold, Drummond
will supposedly take the $20,000, attempt the walk again and (assuming he
succeeds, at least in part) he’ll bury the money in the center of the
stone circle depicted in the Richard Long photograph, again assuming it’s still
there.
I’m not sure this Bill Drummond project constitutes great art but it
does sound like fun, a bit of a lark, and larkishness is in pretty short supply
in the art world. Long is apparently deeply unamused by Drummond slicing up his work.
I wonder how Long feels about Carey Young who is reworking or
reinterpreting (or something) his art in what strike me as some fairly
uninteresting ways One piece is titled Body Techniques (after A
Line in Ireland, Richard Long, 1974), from 2007. It looks like this:
Richard Long’s A Line in Ireland looks like this:
Would you like to hear what it says on Young’s
website about her piece? Well of course
you would. “Body Techniques (2007) is a series of eight photographs that
considers the interrelationships between art and globalized commerce. The title
of the series refers to a phrase originally coined by Marcel Mauss and
developed by Pierre Bourdieu as habitus, which describes how an operational
context or behavior can be affected by institutions or ideologies.”
It’s a striking photograph - she’s in the United
Arab Emirates apparently – and I always approve of wearing a suit in the
desert, and it’s not hard to “get” the work - Long’s Irish rocks are “natural”
while the path Young’s navigating consists of “manmade” discarded concrete. But you know, where’s the
walking?
There’s also Young’s Lines Made by Walking, a 2003, a looped slide projection
sequence. Some of it looks like this:
Again her website describes it
in ways I couldn’t possibly manage. “The
viewer sees Carey Young, dressed in a suit, walking backwards and forwards in a
crowd of commuters. … This action is repeated this (sic) until we realize that
her repeated walking appears, in fact, to be ‘inscribing’ a line in the crowd.
The artist appears to be restaging works by the Situationists as much as
Richard Long, particularly his ‘A Line Made by Walking’ much as her activity can
also be read as that of a the clockwork toy or caged animal pacing in
captivity. She appears as if displaced, or within a different temporal
continuum: the artist appears to be repeating the workers’ daily journey but at
a faster speed. Her struggles to create a space within the crowd could be seen
as a deadpan parallel for artistic ‘struggle’. The artwork appears balanced
between two states, as confined as the daily monotony of the commuters’ journey
and as some kind of free act hidden within monotony, but equally within its own
modes of institutionalization.”
Deadpan indeed. God it must be awful to be a contemporary
visual artist. Part of the gig involves
describing, or having other people describe, what you do in language so inert,
so exhausted, so pretentious and hollow, that it’s rendered meaningless. It seems to me that a robust sense of humor, a
sense of the absurd, a lack of pomposity, is quite handy when you’re making art. Bill Drummond has those qualities in spades. Those same qualities also come in no less when
you’re walking, if you ask me.
Saturday, May 6, 2017
RUBICON BEACH
Yep, you're gonna need a Jeep Rubicon (or two) when
drifting through the mean streets of Beverly Hills:
drifting through the mean streets of Beverly Hills:
Tuesday, May 2, 2017
A SHORT LONG WALK
Regular readers will know that I’m a big fan of Richard Long - walker, artist,
sometime walking artists, sometime land artist, sometime sculptor.
Some
of his best work – and his best walks - involve “interventions” in the
landscapes. Sometimes these might
involve stamping out an “intaglio” on the ground, or he might move rocks into
patterns.
Very
early in his career he went up Kilimanjaro, and made a kind of sculpture there. “I was very proud of the fact I had probably
made the highest sculpture in the world, ” he said in a recent interview with
the Guardian.
If I’m walking in the desert or some
isolated place I often see that somebody has rearranged rocks, and I always say
to myself “Maybe Richard Long was here,” but I never really think he was. And occasionally I myself have been known to
rearrange rocks – in which case it’s definitely not a Richard Long, but I
suppose it might be “School of Long.”
Long’s work also sometimes involves transporting pieces of rock or
slate from natural settings or quarries, and then arranging them in art
galleries or in outdoor sculpture parks. An exhibition of these kind of sculptures titled Land and Sky: Richard
Long at Houghton just opened at Houghton Hall, near Fakenham, in Norfolk, England.
Part of the coverage included that article in
the Guardian which quotes Long as saying that he’s
walked every piece of Dartmoor, but avoids pilgrim routes and old ways. “I made
a conscious decision that there’s so many ways to walk in new ways or original
ways. I was quite proud of the fact that no one has walked across Dartmoor in a
straight line before.” He’s referring to
works like these:
I have definitely walked on Dartmoor – a long time
ago, not sure I’d even heard of Richard Long at the time. I definitely didn’t walk in a straight line
and if I walked on pilgrim routes I certainly didn’t know about it.
Long says, “Ideas can last forever … I’m one of the artists who realized a journey
– from a straight path in the grass to a 1,000-mile walk – could be a work of
art.”
Of course It’s in the nature of art that it changes
the way you see the world, so when you’ve got Richard Long in your head and you
find yourself, as I did the other day, walking in Los Angeles along Wilshire
Boulevard, past a building that houses a Wells Fargo Bank and a slightly
distant outpost of Cedars Sinai hospital, I was amazed to find this sea of
rough but carefully arranged slabs of red rock.
I’m as sure as I can be that these are not “real” Richard Longs, but who’s
to say that the landscape architect wasn’t familiar with his works? Maybe he or she too belonged to the School of
Long.
Labels:
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Houghton Hall,
Intaglio,
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