Showing posts with label Robert Smithson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Robert Smithson. Show all posts

Sunday, 29 December 2013

…The Nut Behind The Wheel



After I wrote about the film making of Chris Petit, in connection with my own tentative experiments with shooting video from a moving car, I started to think a bit about how different means of transport affect our perceptions of the environments we traverse.


Burleys Flyover, Belgrave Gate, Leicester, December 2013


I’ve already discussed the advantages of cycling for those who wish to carry out urban observations, dérives, or just getting out there and collecting visual material, as an alternative to the psychogeographer’s traditional default of a good long walk.  It remains the nearest thing we have to the environmental immersion afforded by walking, (or running I guess, - but that seems to have a more directed agenda), and an obvious way of preserving the relationship between physical body and surroundings.  However, for now, I’m thinking about the far more mediated ways that car journeys affect our perceptions and, in particular, the relationship between them and film (or video), typically highlighted in Petit’s work.



Still From: 'Radio On', Chris Petit (Dir.), 1979


Most drivers, or indeed car passengers, take for granted the sense of being insulated from their surroundings in a protective capsule of metal, plastic, rubber and glass.  Indeed, car manufacturers and automotive proselytisers make a point of stressing the Clarksonian cliché of a car’s interior as a nice place to be’ [1.].  To travel in a car is thus, inevitably, to experience a heavily mediated visual world.  It often seems that the ‘better’ the car, the more involving the interior becomes, (mood lighting, information screens, entertainment centres, massage seating, etc).  Often, in extreme high performance cars, the rear view is completely sacrificed and any side view severely compromised whilst vast expanses of windscreen emphasise the road ahead.  If only through the ludicrous velocities they can achieve, such vehicles seem to direct the occupants’ attention, (and particularly the driver’s, of course), to some point on the far horizon that might be reached with as little reference to the intervening terrain as possible.


Supermarket Car Park, Belgrave Road, Leicester, December 2013


In the majority of workaday vehicles however, there is a more interesting balance between the dual perceptions of interior and exterior space and the way the first edits the second.  The landscape becomes sectioned into the portions visible through the vehicle’s windows; framed by bodywork; filtered by tinted glass, condensation, raindrops, frost and grimy wipers traces.  In both ‘London Orbital’ [2.] and ‘Radio On’ [3.] Chris Petit allows these elements to intrude into his framed image.  In the latter, this not only draws our attention to the idea of any car but also to the cultural signifiers pertaining to a particular car.


Still From: 'Radio On', Chris Petit (Dir.), 1979


If the film could be seen as a poem to the stalled state of Post-War Britain just prior to the massive upheavals of Thatcherism and the dubious landscape we now inhabit, the choice of R’s old Rover seems masterful.  The wood, chrome, leather and iconic badging of that car’s interior speak volumes about an older, more comforting past and Petit allows his camera to linger on the huge steering wheel and the dash, from which R’s all important music and news bulletins emerge.  Thus, not only is his view of Britain around the A4 physically cropped, but contextually framed too, by the vehicle he occupies.  When the tired, heavy old car stalls and is abandoned on the quarry’s edge, with no way forward or back, at the end of the film, he is forced to seek a completely different means to exit, (on a soon to be privatised train).



Richard Smithson, 1969


Thinking about this reminded me of a piece by the American Conceptual Land Artist, Robert Smithson, that I referred to some time ago but which seems worth quoting again.  Although clearly separate from the Continental European and British traditions, Smithson’s documentations of early visits to New Jersey are clearly psychogeographic in intent.  ‘The Crystal Land’ [4.], whilst ostensibly an account of a geological field trip, captures Smithson’s subjective relationship to his surroundings through multiple gear-changes in viewpoint and literary style.  Particularly effective, is the passage in which he relates the macrocosmic environment of the great outdoors, the crystalline structures he seeks within it, and it’s formation through geological time, to the microcosmic environment of the vehicle occupied by his party.

"My eyes glanced over the dashboard, it became a complex of chrome fixed into an embankment of steel.  A glass disc covered the clock.  The speedometer was broken.  Cigarettes were packed into the ashtray.  Faint reflections slid over the windshield.  Out of sight in the glove compartment was a silver flashlight and an Esso map of Vermont.  Under the radio dial (55-7-9-11-14-16) was a row of five plastic buttons in the shape of cantilevered cubes.  The rearview mirror dislocated the road behind us.  While listening to the radio some of us read the Sunday newspapers.  The pages made slight noises as they turned; each sheet folded over their laps forming temporary geographies of paper.  A valley of print or a ridge of photographs might come and go in an instant." [5.]


'Yours' Supermarket, Belgrave Gate, Leicester, 2013


If one way in which the view from a car can be likened to film is through cropping and framing, the other is, of course, through the editing of an ongoing dynamic view.  This notion of an environment passed through and viewed in a constant state of flux is intrinsic to any form of vehicular travel.  However, some of the features specific to driving, (certainly in cities) are the multiple changes of pace, and of direction, the punctuations of junctions and traffic control measures and the rhythms of stop-start progress through heavily regulated systems.  My own domestic journeys, from which the 'Belgrave GateProject’ originate, could be said to break down, perceptually, into those views remembered as tracking, panning or zooming sequences and those static views apprehended repeatedly as I wait at the same stop lights each day.  Many of these are now indelibly burnt into my visual memory, just as a film editor can ensure certain images become memorialised as resonant landmarks within a film’s overall forward motion through time, space and narrative.



Supermarket Car Park, Belgrave Road, December 2013


Petit certainly captures plenty of this in his films, albeit in a rather hypnotic, Euopean Art-cinema manner.  Ironically, another memorable example comes from a dramatically different tradition.  The cop-thriller, ‘Bullitt’ [6.] is a clichéd favourite of most boy racers and usually scores highly in fatuous lists of ‘Top 10 Car Chases’ etc.  Whilst clearly a love song to the overpowered, under-steering, macho delights of the American muscle car, the film’s chase sequence interests me far more as an account of the specific, sunlit environment that is Urban San Francisco, when viewed from a moving vehicle.






Stills From: 'Bullitt', Peter Yates (Dir.), 1968


There can be few streets more distinctive in character, nor demanding to drive through, than those climbing and descending that city’s precipitous, terraced hillsides.  The sequence cuts in numerous views from within the two vehicles and is particularly effective at describing those numerous occasions when a San Franciscan driver must find their car’s radiator pointing at the sky or into a deep chasm with a severely compromised views.  For all the unbridled dynamism of the chase, it’s also notable, (and relatively realistic), just how often Steve McQueen and the baddies he pursues, are forced to slow for a junction or take account of oncoming traffic.  In terms of painted imagery, if ‘Radio On’ finds some kind of analogue in the work of Jock McFadyen, I can’t watch ‘Bullitt’ without thinking of Wayne Thiebaud’s and Richard Diebenkorn’s views of Californian streets.


Jock McFadyen, 'Looking West', Oil On Canvas, 2003

Jock McFadyen, 'Roman Road', Oil On Canvas, 2007

Wayne Thiebaud, '24th Street Intersection', Oil On Canvas, 1977

Wayne Thiebaud, 'Hill Street (Day City)', Oil On Canvas, 1981


With apologies for yet another mammoth post, there’s one other example I would cite of the relationship between car travel and the cinematic view.  It’s the old technique of projecting film of a passing scene beyond the windows of a static vehicle, (often being rocked by studio technicians).  Such a familiar and dated film technique has become both reassuringly quaint and, in these deconstructed times, an ironic reminder of the very artifice that is central to the medium.  It’s a wonderful instance of a version of the outside world being edited and mediated by the windows of a vehicle as part of a wider cinematic illusion.  Watch something like that at a drive-in (as many routinely once did), and you could easily get lost in all those contextual frames.



Still From: 'Detour',  Edgar G. Ulmer (Dir.), 1945


It occurs to me that many modern cars now feature built-in cameras to relay heavily mediated views to the driver from outside the vehicle.  I’m also struck by how often I read reports of the latest breakthrough in driverless car technology.  With no actual need to monitor the road ahead, how long, I wonder, before the windows of such a vehicle might be transformed into large video screens?  The passing view might actually be selected from anywhere in the world, I suppose, or the whole car just be transformed into a moving cinema or games station.  Would that break the relationship between a car’s occupants and the physical world outside for good?  What would be preferable, I wonder, – to ride from London to Bristol with ‘Radio On’ playing on the windscreen, or to study the actual view, put on some music, and create your own mental road movie, heading west on the old A4?


Postscript:

Although I have only a modest understanding of mathematics, I am slightly anal about finding order within numbers.  Therefore, as this is post No.100 in 2013, - I'll make it the last of the year.

See you in 2014.





[1.]:  Jeremy Clarkson, Numerous Episodes Of 'Top Gear', BBC 2.  Re-Running Ad-Nausiam On Various Channels Around The World, At Pretty Much Any Hour Of The Day.

[2.]:  Chris Petit & Iain Sinclair (Co-Dirs.), 'London Orbital', Illuminations, 2004

[3.]:  Chris Petit (Dir.), 'Radio On', BFI Production Board/Road Movies Filmproduktion GmbH, 1979

[4.] & [5.]:  Robert Smithson, 'The Crystal Land', Harpers Bazaar, May 1966.  In: Jack Flam (Ed.), 'Robert Smithson: The Collected Writings', Berkeley/L.A., University Of California Press Ltd, 1996

[6.]:  Peter Yates (Dir.), 'Bullitt', Solar Productions/Warner Bros. - Seven Arts, 1968


Wednesday, 27 March 2013

Belgrave Gate Project 1: 'Ever Wonder If Midlands Towns Are As Dull As People Pretend?'






Regular readers of this blog will know I've been dipping in and out of Robert Smithson's collected writings since the turn of the year.  Having read, (and re-read) my way to the end I found an intriguing snippet amongst the closing unpublished work which relates to his 'A Tour of the Monuments ofPassaic, New Jersey' [1], - a piece that inspires me enormously.



Robert Smithson, 'A Tour of the Monuments of Passaic New Jersey'
New York, Artforum Magazine, December 1967

'See The Monuments of Passaic New Jersey', also from 1967, takes the form of a short press release or advertisement, though whether Smithson actually conducted any such guided tours I know not…

"What can you find in Passaic that you can not find in Paris, London or Rome?  Find out for yourself.  Discover (if you dare) the breathtaking Passaic River and the eternal monuments on its enchanted banks.  Ride in Rent-a-Car comfort to the land that time forgot.  Only minutes from N.Y.C.  Robert Smithson will guide you through this fabled series of sites…and don't forget your camera.  Special maps come with each tour.  For more information visit DWAN GALLERY, 29 West 57th Street."  [2.].


Robert Smithson Getting Out & About in 1969

Such artist or writer-led tours with psychogeographic or other subjective intent seem increasingly popular nowadays.  It also relates to a current artistic project that I am currently embarking upon.  In fact, the approach that Smithson took to interacting with a chosen locale in his original piece, along with the writings of several other home-grown writers under the P-Geog. banner, have led me to start my own in-depth, subjective investigation of a somewhat overlooked quarter of Leicester.







Inevitably, I'll be posting about it repeatedly in the future but, by way of a general introduction to it all, here's my own little tribute to Smithson…


Ever Wonder If Midlands Towns Are As Dull As People Pretend?
  
Join Hugh Marwood in a subjective exploration of the fascinating 'Flyovers District' around Leicester's Belgrave Gate.  Wander amongst stylistically varied polychromatic architecture and through the area's maze of quaint side streets, small to medium businesses and private car parks.  Gaze in awe at the dramatic elevated carriageways and road systems that characterize this transitional area whilst marveling at the civil engineering skills of old.  Together we will experience exciting psychic resonances, unexpected conjunctions and startling juxtapositions within this rich and culturally diverse environment.  Artists, Flâneurs, Dérivistes, Anthropologists, Industrial Historians, Philosophers and Semioticians will all uncover a wealth of material to support their studies.  The casually curious will discover an unexpected world of visual and sensory pleasure.  Just minutes from the city centre, with ample opportunities to discover your own time-limited on-street parking space.  Bring your own camera, video or sound-recording equipment, tablet device or notebook.  For more information contact THE ARTIST or follow the Leicester 'A-Z' map and your own intuition.









After participating in the 'If A Picture Paints A Thousand Words…' exhibition last November, I became intrigued by the possibility of augmenting my core painting activity with work in other media.  Photography already plays a major role in my overall process but I'm hoping that writing and possibly video or even sound-based work might start to play a part in the future too.  Such aspirations will require me to become a little more technologically (and possibly grammatically) savvy in order to fulfill them, and it's early days in what I hope will become a significant, multi-platform project unfolding over the coming months.  However, after several weeks of consideration and a few exploratory forays, I have taken numerous photographs and begun work on an initial painting and a couple of written pieces.  Real life events have even made a dramatic contribution but more of that another day.







As things stand, the two biggest impediments to progress are my rapidly decaying knee joints and this interminable winter weather.  However, all I can do is pray for spring to arrive, seek medical intervention and persevere. 









[1.]:  Robert Smithson, ‘A Tour of the Monuments of Passaic New Jersey’, 1967, In Jack Flam (Ed.), ‘Robert Smithson: The Collected Writings’, Berkeley, University of California Press, 1996

[2.]: Robert Smithson, ‘See the Monuments of Passaic New Jersey’, 1967, In Jack Flam (Ed.), ‘Robert Smithson: The Collected Writings’, Berkeley, University of California Press, 1996


Friday, 8 February 2013

At The Edges



Shaun Morris' Exhibition 'Stolen Car' is about to open in Rugby and I was interested to read his fellow Birmingham artist Andrew Smith's essay on the work in a recent post on Shaun's own blog [1.]. Those motorway paintings are completely rooted in the kind of intermediate zones, delineated by major road systems, where a large city frays into the countryside.  Having grown up on the fringes of Birmingham, Shaun is still clearly drawn to the particular qualities of such places and the associations they provoke.


Shaun Morris, 'Stolen Car', Charcoal On Paper, 2012
Shaun Morris, 'Stolen Car' Painting, Oil On Canvas, 2012

Coincidentally, it was also Andy Smith who recommended Robert Smithson's writings to me and I'm taking the liberty here of quoting verbatim an extract from his 'Spectral Suburbs', - itself just part of a longer, wider-ranging essay entitled 'A Museum Of Language In The Vicinity Of Art, from 1968 [2.].  It's a great piece of writing that connects with the whole subject of suburbia and 'non sites' that have fascinated numerous creative artists in recent decades.  It also gives specific mention to Ed Ruscha, - an artist whose work interests me greatly.



Ed Ruscha, 'Every Building On The Sunset Strip', Artist's Photo Book, 1966

"Suburbia encompasses the large cities and dislocates the 'country'.  Suburbia literally means 'the city below'; it is a circular gulf between city and country - a place where buildings seem to sink away from one's vision - buildings fall back into sprawling babels or limbos.  Every site glides away towards absence.  An immense negative entity of formlessness displaces the centre which is the city and swamps the country.  From the worn down mountains of North New Jersey to postcard skylines of Manhattan, the prodigious variety of 'housing projects' radiate into a vaporised world of cubes.  The landscape is effaced into sidereal expanses and contractions.  Los Angeles is all suburb, a pointless phenomenon which seems uninhabitable, and a place swarming with dematerialised distances.  A pale copy of a bad movie.  Edward Ruscha records this pointlessness in his 'Every Building on the Sunset Strip'.  All the buildings expire along a horizon broken at intervals by vacant lots, luminous avenues, and modernist perspectives.  The outdoor immateriality of such photographs contrasts with the pale but lurid indoors of Andy Warhol's movies.  Dan Graham gains this 'non-presence' and serial sense of distance in his suburban photos of forbidding sites.  Exterior space gives way to the total vacuity of time.  Time as a concrete aspect of mind mixed with things is attenuated into ever greater distances, that leave one fixed in a certain spot.  Reality dissolves into leaden and incessant lattices of solid diminution.  An effacement of the country and city abolishes space, but establishes enormous mental distances.  What the artist seeks is coherence and order - not 'truth', correct statements or proofs.  He seeks the fiction that reality will sooner or later imitate." [3.]


Ed Ruscha, 'Sunset Strip', Scratched Photograph, 1966/1995
Los Angeles, California, (Photographer Unknown)
Los Angeles, California, (Photographer Unknown)

Ruscha's L.A. is, of course, the archetype of the de-centred, freeway-dominated modern city and in 1968, America was the best place to experience the phenomenon in its most highly developed form.  I witnessed it myself, in 2000 whilst driving across the interminable outskirts of Phoenix, Arizona, - a city that resembles nothing so much as the desert it emerges from.


Phoenix, Arizona, (Photographer Unknown)
Dan Graham, 'Homes For America', Offset Litho Print, 1966
Dan Graham, 'Homes For America', Photographic Print, 1966

Notable home grown poets of similar terrain would include writers J.G. Ballard, Iain Sinclair, Michael Simmons Roberts and Paul Farley; film maker Patrick Keiller and painter George Shaw, but the entire list of those who have engaged with it would be much longer,  (Ballard and Sinclair have both made a feature of motorways in their writing, it should also be remembered). Indeed, are not most people born since the war actually denizens and potential chroniclers of the suburbs?

We're all familiar with the extensive suburbs surrounding big cities but these days, most towns and even villages have their own spreading skirts of estate housing and light industry, or are simply conjoined or absorbed into larger conurbations. British suburbia may be less diffuse, and often more parochial in nature than the world that Smithson and fellow artist Dan Graham revealed but increasingly, a similar kind of romantic alienation can be felt here too, - in contemporary industrial estates, business parks, and green-field developments of all sorts.  



George Shaw, 'The New Houses', Enamel On Panel, 2011
Film Still From 'London', Dir. Patrick Keiller, 1994
J.G. Ballard Outside His Shepperton Home


Smithson's philosophical coda has had me meditating on the core function and motives of artists for several days.  The notable subjectivity of his response to suburbia as a phenomenon, underlines his comment that what an artist really seeks is...

''...the fiction that life will sooner or later imitate' [4.].




  
Shaun Morris' exhibition of paintings, 'Stolen Car' can be seen at Floor One Gallery, Rugby Art Gallery & Museum between Friday 9 February and Saturday 22 February, 2013.



[1.]:  Andrew Smith, 'Darkness On The Edge Of Town: The Paintings Of Shaun Morris', 2013

[2.], [3.], [4.]:  Robert Smithson, 'Spectral Suburbs', (Part of 'A Museum Of Language In The Vicinity Of Art', 1968), In Jack Flam (Ed.), 'Robert Smithson: Collected Writings', Berkeley, University Of California Press, 1996