last updated October 19, 2015

Turner, at it again


The Turner Prize made a visit to Glasgow which is a great thing, and appropriate, given the influence Glasgow based Artists have had in the prize over the past decade or so. I enjoyed the immersive show at the Baltic in Gateshead a few years ago and left feeling inspired by Assemble’s engaging work with communities at the Tramway this time. Unfortunately I didn’t understand Bonnie Camplin’s “myth-science of energy and consciousness research” or Janice Kerbel’s audio piece. Nicole Wermer’s fur coats are growing on me, just as they were the chairs they are permanently attached to (it’s all about temporary ownership in public spaces you see). Both Assemble and Wermer’s pieces are as much about design as art which is maybe why I was more attracted to them. I would argue this is ‘hard’ art - quite inaccessible to mates down the pub. And that’s fine if it’s all about being high brow. The language in which some of these pieces are described is very ambiguous. They should have a plain english translation. I think the shared, transparent, practical and positive approach that Assemble have brought to the prize is to be applauded. Art is anything.

Posted by stupot at 04:00 PM Monday 19 Oct

Drumming up


Receiving my first 'racer' in my mid teens, there were few to be seen on the roads of Ayrshire. I started riding with some guys from Largs - it was already all about tech and kit: clip-less pedals and aluminium frames. I would only hear about 'drumming up' after Art School when I bought my first bike on HP. I joined the Glasgow Wheelers and during social evenings there was chat of this 'tea and soup heated on a camp fire' cycling tradition. It didn't seem to go with STI levers or carbon but it was more about why I was into cycling than time trials and scales. In any case - Geoff Smith, from the new crew I cycle with, arranges an annual drum up last week and it was a lovely way to say hello to sunny autumn. A ride to Gourock followed by ferry to Dunoon and a gallop up the cliff at Ardentinny found us half way up the magnificent Loch Eck and surrounded by some heavy weights of championships gone by - all around a fire keeping warm, meeting new friends and supping on charcoal infused soup. And there was no place I'd rather have been.

Posted by stupot at 10:35 AM Sunday 18 Oct