Showing posts with label Elvis Presley. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Elvis Presley. Show all posts

Monday, 23 November 2020

Craft is a Feminist Issue: The British Textile Biennial

I like cross-stitch. I have posted many images of my work here. I particularly like subversive images that challenge expectations. Last year I saw an exhibition of the British Textile Biennial, which appeared to have been curated by Mr X Stitch.  He opened with a quote from Wikipedia (sure, we can be snobby about that, but we all use it as a common source).
"Cross-stitch is the oldest form of embroidery and can be found all over the world. Many folk museums show examples of clothing decorated with cross-stitch, especially from continental Europe, Asia, and Eastern and Central Europe."
He continued that those who do cross-stitch are taking part in a cultural craft that spans generations and continents. In 2009 at the Kostyonki evacuation site in Russia, they found ivory needles that were dated to 30,000 years ago. Embroidery has been around for millennia. Some of the world's most precious historical events are immortalised in stitch, from the Bayeux Tapestry to the Great Tapestry of Scotland. 

Cross-stitch samplers were commonly used as a way of teaching embroidery, and the crafter would literally pinpoint their place in space and time among the flowery borders and earnest phrases. A cross-stitch sampler, however, was not only a way of learning stitches, but also promoted workmanship, and for the professional embroiderers of the eighteenth century, it was a mobile CV that could be shared with potential clients. 

The industrial revolution transformed the mass production of embroidery; however, the basic cross stitch remains an important practice for embroidery students and professionals as the samples from Royal School of Needlework Degree apprentices from the twentieth century will attest.

Heartfelt and You See Food, I See Numbers by Caren Garfen
The title of Caren Garen's artwork, You See Food, I See Numbers, and the hand-stitched text on the fabric bag come directly from a tweet on the Twitter account of a young woman with anorexia nervosa. The words read 'You see tomato I see 24; You see Coke I see 454; You see noodles I see 307; You see chicken pie I see 654; You see food I see numbers'.

An innocent bag of sweets becomes a disturbing vessel for medicine capsules which spill out over a worktop. The viewer is drawn in by the miniature sweets, chocolate, fruit and vegetables, only to find text and numbers are part of the mix. A person with disordered eating will lose sight of actual food and will concentrate on its calorific value - food becomes numbers rather than an ingredient for health or pleasure. 

Detail from Heartfelt
In Heartfelt, above, the stethoscope takes on a new meaning when the hand-stitched text disc replaces the chest-piece's diaphragm. It reads, 'The mirror, in which she examines every inch of herself for hours reflects the bulges and blemishes no one else sees'.

Identity Crisis and That's How the Cookie Crumbles by Caren Garfen
In another couple of works, Caren Garfen continues this theme. The five hospital identity wristbands in Identity Crisis shrink sequentially in size as the eating disorder takes hold of the malnourished body. The text is drawn from a conversation had with a young woman who suffered from anorexia nervosa. She was admitted into emergency care on numerous occasions.  Each bracelet is stitched with the motif of a cannula. 

Detail from That's How the Cookie Crumbles
It is known that people with anorexia nervosa view their bodies as much larger than they actually are. Hand-stitched cookie motifs, each with their own text, are enlarged under an LED magnifier. The words such as 'self hate', 'restrict', 'fat' and 'struggle' obsessively turn inside the minds of those with eating disorders. 

Mr X Stitch asks if cross stitch is an art form, and immediately answers his own question; 'You bet your life it is'. He continues,
"There's a debate about art vs craft that has been going on for centuries, and it's intrinsically connected to the concept of a patriarchally dominant social paradigm. It goes something like this: 'Men are great and they make art and are powerful and strong, whereas women are meek and should sit at home crafting things like embroidered homewares.'

"It'is all a bit ridiculous, but that storyline, which I have somewhat paraphrased, has led to the idea that only certain media (painting and sculpture for example) should be labelled as art, and that crafts like cross stitch cannot achieve such spiritually lofty goals. Suffice to say, this is not the case. Just believe me when I say that any medium can be used for art as it's the creative expression that makes the difference."
Images by Crapestry
Clockwise from top left the above images are: Tourists from the Tourists collection; Gary Just Wants to Be a Real Cow from the Livestock collection; Gerberas from the Bad Kitty collection; Elwood from the Big Cats in Shades collection.

Crapestry claims to invented the word, 'a rather obvious contraction of the words crap and tapestry'. They continue,
"Contemporary commercial tapestries might be argued to be the exemplification of superficial chintz; spectacularly vapid, vividly dull, unquestioningly conformist, gaudily bourgeois, and at the same time unyieldingly time-consuming. The subject matter is often romanticised, uncritical and both exploits and reinforces established stereotypes. The outcome? Standardised 'precious things' cherished by the softly smiling, callous fingered Grandmas of the world, harmless old dears who quietly revel in the creation of 'cheeky terrier' and 'dewy chrysanthemum' cushions or 'God bless this house' picture frames. No mention of mortality, no depiction of suffering, nothing surprising, nothing funny.

"Crapestry capitalises on cross-stitch orthodoxies, exploiting their established themes. Some crapestries are funny, some are sad, and some may cause offence; but that's fine. Even the desperately sad crapestries make many people laugh, whether by a curious schadenfreude or simply because they are unaccustomed to encountering troubling subjects addressed through the medium of tapestry; its incongruous." 
More Images by Crapestry
The above images are (clockwise from top left) Five Meddling Sparrows Tear a Pentagular Rift in Our Realm and Briefly Glimpse an Unspeakable Evil from the Abominations collection; Sunset Barn from the War collection; Lamb from the Abominations collection; 1984 from the Wolves with Good Books collection.

On their website, Crapestry explains how they create these images, by 1. purchasing a cross stitch kit, 2. having an idea about how to modify it, 3. taking a digital photograph of the naked canvas, 4. using Photoshop to modify the photo of the canvas, 5. creating crapestry designs by adding coloured dots to the original canvas photograph to represent new stitches, 6. painting the new digitally modified design onto the canvas with acrylic paints, 7. stitching the kit to the new design. 


One could admire the mix of traditional and contemporary techniques: if we're sticking with those gender stereotypes; women do craft-work (as opposed to krafwerk) while men do I.T. (as opposed to 'it', which may not be capitalised or considered as important, but encompasses pretty much everything). Another angle which blends the metal with the material is that taken by Severija Inčirauskaitė-Kriaunevičienė. She writes,
"The gradual crackling of the Iron Wall which began in the 1980s brought refreshing gusts of the westerly wind not only to adults. The growing thirst for superior ideals and freedom of speech was accompanied by an inexorable hunger for material novelties and commodities. It was not consumerism in today's sense when we are spoiled by both the excessive supply and the possibility to buy almost anything our eyes and heart desire. Back then we, the Soviet Generation X, were hungry indeed. It was a time when we took turns chewing the same piece of bubble gum with our classmate, biting into the red wrap of basically the only available option, the Lithuanian-made Paršiukas Čiukas (Chook the Piggy) gum, to tint it red, while the Estonian Kalev gum was extremely hard to come by. Then the corroded iron wall began to erode rapidly and real Western wonders entered the world of deficit.
"Among the first arrivals were the Donald Bubble Gum, valued not only for their main pre-coloured chewable content but also the inlays with adventure comic strips. We were ready to sacrifice for these wonders as much as the Native Americans or the Aborigines had been willing to exchange the last pelt for European glass beads and add a bonus gold nugget to that. In other words, giving away all the money our parents gave us for the summer holidays for a carton of Donald Bubble Gum was seen as a fair deal.

 

Just as the dollar assumed a very important role among the adults, bubble gum inlays did the same in the parallel children's world. It was not a vain childish whim, as these pieces of paper were not less valuable than the adults' paper bills. It was the children's hard currency which could be traded, exchanged for other commodities, gambled away, and, most importantly, used to buy status, peers' respect, friendship and popularity. 
"The other Donald, who seems to surpass Donald Duck and his fellows in popularity and influence, brings out these real childhood memories, which may look like cartoons to those who were born in the post-Soviet years or who have never lived this side of the Iron Wall. The two Donalds have some traits in common. Both of them attract the masses, generate a huge income, and are excellent at blowing bubbles. Yet there is also a fundamental difference - while Donald Duck has made walls fall, the other Donald is busy building them." 

Taking corporate logos and altering them with names of controversial bands seems like a simple thing to do, but someone still has to do it. And Marina Bolmini is that someone.
"I am strongly influenced by the world of media. I work on the slip of meanings relating to highly iconic images, using diverse media and techniques. I am passionate about the art of embroidery using it to produce several cycles of works of great visual impact and subtle conceptual charm."

Equally confronting although less amusing is the work of Danish artist, Lærke Jessen. She embroiders nontraditional images including still frames from You Tube videos, close ups of faces in pornography, feminine hygiene products and more. 


Finally, I really liked this string and peg board depiction of a monochrome Elvis, which has given me ideas about possibly interpreting some of my smaller pieces into larger canvases. I couldn't see any information about the artwork or the artist so I have come to my own interpretation. Perhaps it is hung on a door because Elvis has left the building.

Friday, 13 July 2012

Friday Five: Bears!

I love bears. Since the turn of last century, inspired by President Theodore Roosevelt, thousands of toy bears have been produced so that children can cuddle them, talk to them, take them to tea parties and rely on them for safety and protection night.

They are perfectly suited to this role, being round, cuddly and just a little bit rough. I would have to say that cats are my favourite animal, but they are largely indifferent and affection towards them isn't always reciprocal. In the words of Elvis Presley, 'I don't wanna be a tiger, cause tigers play too rough, I don't wanna be a lion, cause lions ain't the kind you love enough.'

5 Favourite Bears:
  1. Winnie the Pooh - obviously
  2. Paddington Bear - I just loved how he was always 'accidentally' getting into trouble and he had the best hard stare. I'd like to think we would still look after a hapless refuge if we found one at the station with a luggage tag around their neck.
  3. Barnaby the Bear - Originally French and slightly bonkers in translation
  4. Lars the little polar bear - so cute! The eternal dilemma; to travel and seek out new and potentially challenging adventures, or to stay safely at home?
  5. Bear Grylls - don't tell me you didn't see that one coming...

Tuesday, 19 June 2012

Elvis Calling

Ok, so London Calling is one of the best albums EVER (I don't know why writing about music makes me write like a teenager with random capital letters and excessive exclamation marks!!!!!) and this album cover, released in 1979, is one of the best pieces of artwork too, summing up the anger and disaffection of the generation. Like all good students, I had this poster on my wall as I attempted to osmote some cool. (Yep, I know that's not a word but I like it, and you know what I mean, and we're going with the whole teenage underdevloped vocabularly thing here.)

 

Now I know I should have known this already and I am aware that I am exposing myself to ridicule from certain friends (yes, I'm referring to you Bad Fairy and Our Man in London), but I never realised that it was done as a homage to Elvis Presley's first album released in 1956. The black and white image; the design, layout and font; the special relationship of one man with his guitar...


In A Brief History of Album Covers, Jason Draper writes, "A mixture of punk, reggae and rockabilly, London Calling may well be to punk/ post punk music what Elvis Presley was to rock 'n' roll - a collection of influences wider than the genres the artists were recognized as spearheading."

Incidentally, another band to riff on the themes of the album cover is the phenomenally perennial Chumbawamba. Check out Tony Blair, sent to everyone on their UK mailing list in 1999.


Tuesday, 14 June 2011

Our Man in London: The Merchant of Venice


The Merchant of Venice
RSC, Stratford upon Avon

The Royal Shakespeare Company has recently spent over £100m on redeveloping its site in Stratford. That’s probably more money than Liverpool FC’s current crop of players is worth. The redevelopment has seen the main theatre extended and stage layout remodelled. It now has a stage which thrusts out into the audience even more so than at the Globe. The tiered seating also feels much like the Globe albeit with a permanent roof, but remember this is the Midlands and the sun has not been sighted in Stratford this century. I have no idea how the new theatre compares to the old one but by all accounts it is a vast improvement in every way.

The Merchant of Venice is another of Shakespeare’s problem plays (I am starting to think that they are all referred to as problem plays!). The main difficulty with this one is the overt anti-Semitism and racism. When I studied (I use that term lightly) this play as a student I felt uncomfortable about some of the language and feel just as unsettled by it now. Trying to tell myself that I needed to place the play in the context of the when it was written did not help. But setting this production in modern day Las Vegas somehow made it more palatable. Having spent a New Year’s Eve in Las Vegas undertaking some ‘field research’ one I can verify that unpleasant behaviour and language is rife there.

Shylock was presented as a property magnate, Antonio as a David Cameron lookalike with mobster friends and Portia as a dippy southern belle. The clown, Launcelot Gobbo, was reinvented as an Elvis impersonator. How on earth did Rupert Goold pitch this to the powers that be at the RSC? Before the performance I could not imagine how they were going to make this work, but in practice it was genius.

Once I had got used to the corny faux American accents and the occasional Elvis song (and at one point even Journey!) the dialogue increasingly seemed to fit the extreme characters and audacious stage set designs. For example, the competition to marry Portia whereby suitors choose between one of three caskets hoping to find her portrait inside was brilliantly turned into a game show called Destiny. The masque scene where Jessica escapes her father’s (Shylock) house is a New Orleans style mardi gras carnival which involves one of the characters delivering some of the dialogue with a Yoda impersonation. Batman and Robin are also present, of course.

Cast performances were strong all round, particularly Patrick Stewart’s Shylock and Susannah Fielding’s Portia. Patrick Stewart struck the right balance between being a Las Vegas character but also definitely separate from all the others. Remove the odd prop and his accent, clothes and dignified behaviour could have been used in many a Merchant of Venice production. Whereas Susannah Fielding’s extreme Portia perfectly suited this production but could not have fitted any other. Somehow this polarisation worked, probably because it clearly conveyed how Shylock is behaves and is treated as an outsider.

A clear sign to me that this daring production worked is that now I cannot imagine the play being delivered any other way. I come away from most Shakespeare plays with ideas about how I would do it differently but I really can’t imagine a better way of doing this one. Then again I might have replaced the Journey song with something a bit less ridiculous.

I never knew the Midlands could be such fun!

Next month I am off back to The Globe to see Much Ado About Nothing. Watch this space…

Adieu... from Our Man in London

Monday, 30 May 2011

Juke Box Jury

All Shook Up, Showbiz Queenstown
Memorial Hall, Queenstown
19 - 28 May, 2011

Does the world of entertainment really need another juke box musical, or have they become a dime a dozen? Your response to that question will determine your reaction to Showbiz Queenstown’s latest offering; All Shook Up.

Their marketing trumpeted, ‘The story’s all new; the songs are all Elvis’, which is wrong on both counts. The story is pretty much all Shakespeare – a haphazard mix of the more basic elements of Twelfth Night and As You Like It. Girl (Natalie) likes boy (Chad) but he likes someone (Miss Sandra) else so she dresses as boy to get his attention and he falls for her/him resulting in much confusion and hilarity. Subplots involve misdirected letters (in this case a Shakespearean sonnet), forbidden love, and discovering love that was beneath your nose the whole time. And it’s all set in 1950s bubblegum, small-town, Middle America without the racial tension; it really is all white here.

Elvis wrote very few of his own songs – in fact out of the 26 songs in the show, he only wrote two; Heartbreak Hotel and Don’t Be Cruel. Although they were all popularised by him, the fact that they were penned by others works in his favour. Musical arrangements by Stephen Oremus have transferred the numbers into something new and different, from the show-stopping Can’t Help Falling in Love in fabulous four-part harmony, to the spectacular Devil in Disguise as Mayor Matilda Hyde (Jo Blick) admonishes the hip swivelling roustabout Chad (James Stephenson) in a rocking country/gospel number, complete with angelic host and restrained demons.

Emily Burns as Natalie Haller (the female mechanic who attempts to fix Chad’s broken motorbike and then become his side-kick; trying to sidle her way into his affections) has a great vocal range, and her rendition of Love Me Tender in her deeper ‘male’ register is excellent. The singing is of a uniformly superb standard, and Julie Anne Molloy as Sylvia delivers the stand-out vocal performance with There’s Always Me, which blends emotion and technique to perfection.

A huge plaudit must go to the band (under the musical direction of Cheryl Collie), which performs on stage hidden behind a curtain for most of the show, and keeps the tempo cracking along. As is typical of this style of musical, the songs do nothing to further the action but they are entertaining – a couple behind me were playing ‘guess the song’, which with the standard of dialogue really wasn’t hard. At times the show drags a little as the songs are shoehorned into the script and, although the choreography (Tiffany Menzies) is excellent, the dancing is often lacklustre. Some of the best physicality came from Jim Haller (Chris MacKenzie) who displays some great wobbly legs and bad jelly shaking, as Chad teaches him to dance in yet another of the Footloose moments.

The minimalist nature of the set worked well, allowing for some interpretative staging. The moving statues were eye-catching (makeup by Ella Chaney), while the mimed bus in It’s Now or Never, and the Mayor’s ‘car on roller-skates’ (‘driven’ by the comically taciturn Sheriff Earl – Paul Halsted) drew appreciative applause from audience. The space (and even bare stage at times) should afford the characters room to develop, but there is nowhere for them to go.

Nowhere is this more evident than the story of Dean (Samuel Farr) and Lorraine (Nicole Graham). The role of the buttoned-up conformist aching to break free is perfect for the meerkat-like Sam, and Lorraine has a great and powerful voice with a hint of country grunt, but the story under-sells their talents. Half-way through Act One they have already paired up to the disapproval of their parents, and that’s pretty much it.

In the original, Lorraine is African-American, which adds a whole new dimension to the Mayor’s reluctance for her son, Dean, to form a mixed race relationship – remember the Civil Rights Act wasn’t passed for another ten years. She is more than just a snob, as she is portrayed here; she has serious issues to consider. When Lorraine, Dean and Chad sing If I Can Dream (with lyrics such as 'If I can dream of a better land, where all my brothers walk hand in hand, tell me why oh why oh why can't my dream come true?') the Martin Luther King echoes would be deafening. 

The racial aspect also tempers Jim's feeling for her mother, Sylvia - he has so far overlooked her for romance although he is happy enough with friendship. Director Bryan Aitken has had to work around this (presumably due to the performers who presented at auditions) which he does very smoothly, although the absence of this tension leaves the musical a touch flat.

The character of Chad is equally one dimensional. He rides into town to touch the juke box (positioned on the side of the stage throughout) to make it play, and he infects the town with music and passion. And then what? James Stephenson struggles with the role; trying to make a shallow, image-obsessed philistine seem appealing to a gaggle of women is no mean feat, and he over-uses hand gestures to declare emphasis. He finds some subtlety with the duet You’ve Got to Follow That Dream; sung with Natalie, this is touching and inspiring duet on the first night, but it turned into a Showbiz Idol sing-off later in the season.

His rival, Dennis (Caleb Dawson-Swale) has delightful timing when he focuses, and his geeky, twitching nervousness belies a soulful centre. Although vocally a little weak, he proves his acting ability with a completely different role from last year’s (equally competent) the Artful Dodger in Oliver! Miss Sandra (Caroline Pegna) delivers the songs that suit her range well (One Night With You and Hound Dog do; Let Yourself Go patently doesn’t). She has the best line of the show – “You marry your cousins don’t you?” – and is the only character other than Natalie who is permitted any development. Her conversion to prim museum curator to flirtatious seductress is obvious but well executed.

One further bouquet must go to Emma Newell who designed the programme to look like a record (half of the cast have probably never seen one before). This sets the scene before the first chord is strummed. It’s a fun, bright, rollicking, toe-tapping, dispensable, candy-floss show; unimaginative and not particularly demanding for actors and viewers alike, although the singing can be challenging. It features a predominantly young cast and will probably be a favourite among high schools. It’s child’s play and boy, do they have fun at play-time!